Clouds
The grass sinks beneath my feet
Pressing to the ground like a lost love.
How naive. Does the poor little grass
Realise how dangerous this is?
Your foolishness is endearing, but the ground
Cannot hold you up much longer.
The sun has been hidden by the clouds,
The secrets of the skies withheld.
You foolish little sun, to burn so brightly
Only to be
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