They floated above me
Finding peace in the wind
That I longed to feel
They moved at their own pace
While I ran with others
I longed for their freedom
Their compassion
Their release.
They floated above me
Finding peace in the wind
That I longed to feel
They moved at their own pace
While I ran with others
I longed for their freedom
Their compassion
Their release.
Posted in Really Bad Poetry | Tags: clouds, compassion, freedom, peace, poetry, release
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