Clouded Sky
It is one of those mornings,
When you have thoughts inside,
No speech is available to share,
For they are hidden on the inside.
My uniqueness keeps them silent,
A world apart from man am I?
Submerged in myself this lonely day,
Flying free in a clouded speckled sky.
Copyright © Mourning Mist | Year Posted 2011
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