Open SkiesA Poem by aimless_wanderer
What could be more free than the life of a cloud?
to float endlessly through the open skies. buoyantly floating in every way, while watching ants scurry through their busy days. Building up through vapor and heat, becoming the biggest, baddest, and loudest of them all. Only to unload all your contents, shrinking down to the size of a molecule. Day and night you slowly build, reaching for your original state. Only to begin once more the lazy cycle of the cloud.
© 2011 aimless_wandererAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 21, 2011 Last Updated on September 23, 2011 Authoraimless_wandererCincinnati, OHAboutI began writing pieces of poetry around three months ago. I'm hoping to get better so I won't be too much of a scrub anymore. more..Writing
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