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Clouds

May 6, 2016
By grilla123 BRONZE, Muskego, Wisconsin
grilla123 BRONZE, Muskego, Wisconsin
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Very humble beginning
Small, wispy, white
As the days grow hotter
My mass rises to me
I grow larger and larger
Until I turn dark, ominous
Gray
I can no longer bear
The burden of my luggage
I release it on the world below
I start with small leaks
Then build to torrential floods
I start to decay
My gray fades back to white
Eventually
I go back to my origin
From so long ago
White, wispy, small
A very humble end
Until my mass rises again



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Bats said...
on May. 19 2016 at 3:55 pm
Love this poem about clouds and yet it touched me deeper about being sad or going through tough times and how crying /letting out the emotions helps us to heal to go back to being ourselves. Very deep

Tracy said...
on May. 19 2016 at 3:13 pm
I thought the piece was very well written, really enjoyed it.