Jan 2017
I feel a breeze
hit my skin
it is as if
i where high i the
Sky
the clouds are near
fluffy and shapeless
the birds fly
under me
as i catch a breeze
I wake from
my dream
hit my skin
it is as if
i where high i the
Sky
the clouds are near
fluffy and shapeless
the birds fly
under me
as i catch a breeze
I wake from
my dream
I love making my dreams into poems
