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by SarZz Jul 3, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Plunged into a fabulous dream, I'm hovering in the skies, Past swirls and turrets of snowy clouds, No lies n no cries, The sky-a bright endless blue, Under the blinding white sun, twuz angelic and beatific, Ecstasy was what i won, Winding my way past the a snow capped mountain, Its much darker beneath the canopy of clouds, Skies growing darker, Stars blossoming in the black, Glancing out of my eyes, I can c a smooth, glassy surface, Of water a mile below, mesmerized by its glow, But all at once, Ive pierced into low woolly clouds, Every things dull and foggy, No bursting out of a blaze of light, No doubt my dreamy eyes have deceived me at last, No doubt my illusory life, has defeated me quite fast....
by insane authority
u have some great imagination! loved this poem..loved the way u talked about the clouds.