Clouds

The heavens do not know the fable

When a story is told by the infinite sky

A picturesque image is forming

As I journeyed through city streets

The only solace I found is in the hue of blue

While my companions drive thru mundane life with josh

I am humbled from what I see as i lift my eyes

Something profound is formed

When white pillows moved under the resting head of sun

And sun glimmers more as if warmed by nature sentient

It teases the clouds with its golden light

And I witness the strait to heaven forming before my eyes

A wish to be the lost child in hopes to fly to Neverland

I wish to rise and like sun resting his head on white pillow,

May I do as well?

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