Purple Clouds
purple clouds, lost in shrouds, my life is about, the quiets and louds. i wonder what, the clouds are like, they turn purple, im riding a bike. why are they purple? god only knows, they grow deeper, my curiosity grows. purple clouds, lost in sight, life goes on, and i still have to fight. if its not, illusionated, the milk is sour, and the cheese is grated. to live on a farm, with purple clouds, my soul is gone, and im lost in shrouds.
Copyright © Maxwell Collier | Year Posted 2013
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