Whit fluffy cloud

November 27, 2011
By Anonymous

I remember that cloud being so fluffy and white,

through the blazing day, and through the freezing night;

but suddenly it has turned gray, and nothing is too blame,

and constantly and constantly the cloud will rain.

But I wonder what happened to that white fluffy cloud,

because once upon a time, it was happy and proud;

but through all the withering, of day and of night;

that fulffy gray cloud will never ever again be white.


The author's comments:
I am a recovering opiate addict.

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