On a Journey

October 16, 2007
By Sophia Masterton, Blackrock, Co. Dublin, ZZ

The clouds claimed the land,
A low-lying mist suffocated everything,
It was as if i was in the palm of a hand.

I raised my head to the sky,
All i could see was wisps of blue,
Creeping through the clouds as if they were shy,
But yet making faces too.


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