Carried Away

ThePrintedDress

I bit my lip at thoughts
About how clouds are
Influentially
Driven into how much
They could carry away
A planetary
Body thinking too deep
Of miracles and dreams
Constantly
Writing up the moon to
A star, not that far away
Geographically
As the bird flies so easily
Believing in closed eyes
Instinctively
Giving living daydreams
Back into the rainy night
As Innocently

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