White Cloud Tissue

by Michael D Nalley   Feb 4, 2015


It seems the higher we go,
the clouds turn to fog
and the ocean is bluer .
That is how I imagine
the sky though I have
never flown in a flying
machine .
I kissed
the Eve of my dreams,
but the illusion left me
thirsting for more spit

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  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Ooooohh Michaeeem reading and rereading and rereading, you make my brain work!
    I loved your title, I love clouds and i love white clouds as much as i love black ones.

    As for this piece, you just have your own world!
    I admire it.

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