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May 9
A massive abundance on a gentle breeze.
Oh, how the clouds seem to move with ease.
Smooth and certain across the sky.
A visual feast for a hungry eye.

Thick grey centres, with edges soft and unkempt.
Oh, to be in that world of which I’ve only dreamt.
To feel the cool wetness I imagine I’d feel
If I could break gravity, and be in the clouds for real.
Coffee on the balcony,
Staring at the sky.
Maybe I should share some thoughts.
Chose, “why not”, over “why”.
Written by
The Wilted Witch  F/Canada
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