Poetry

Head in the clouds

I can’t help it

that my head is up

in them clouds

when I’m down so

low

and crying by the river

because I can’t stop

that fog from rising

or falling

anymore than you

but I can still enjoy

the good things

while I’m stuck

right here below

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