"acloud" poems
For you to say that I am here is wrong
A life is not spent in the dark of pain
A mind is not acloud with thought of song
Millponds don't shake they sing and dance with rain.
So do our wants so do our lives and might
Our dreams our hopes our growth our loves and thoughts
Don't fly or fall with mind of left and right
Just breathe and feel the grace of death and sport.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC