Involuntary Weaves- Clouds
The dream of the fluffy fluffs
the little Cutts of the curly cotton crafts
Blow a bit they will fly ...
Uncontrollably fly high out of sight
Cringing the kite
On the November's hectic moon ...
They blew all over ,
covering the truths cocoon..
First Across the half bowl
Next they made it to the sol
Partly obscured the positive
vitamin D deficiency ...
Up the river there's the swirls no blinding rims... Just grey fizz
Just grey shaded foam..
As they form
More and more grey they become ..
Full moon dates one
of you come .. zeal energy
Still there , I feel it's bond
The deprive of dreams
The grey water rinse ...
Uncovering of the sudden mist
Oh Christ
It's the colourful grass
It's the flowery dust
Yes the clouds had crust
Replenished temp at last
Look at it it's going to be dawned fast.
By our involuntary weaves..
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