Hung Up On Clouds
Dandelion dust,
dreams devouring the wind;
Hunger knows no bounds,
always stretched toward merit;
The sweet air holds reverie,
held in the throes of closed eyes;
There’s no way to deny it,
you’re hung up on clouds.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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