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Clouds

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If I lived high above the trees,

Somewhere in the sky, I might have been a thundercloud,

For I could then show my wrath, overpowering, as I

Clap with fury and vehemently    

Throw lighting bolts all about,

The world could see the rage I feel…

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High up in the sky,

However, a rain cloud I could never be,

For a rain cloud rains copious tears as

I rarely do, because

I would not wish for the world to know

Of my deep pain and sadness…

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A cumulus cloud

I could never be deemed as,

For a cumulus cloud is grand and beautiful,

And I have never thought of myself that way…

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A funnel cloud or tornado I could easily call myself

As I am so filled with resentment towards this world

I could destroy everything in my path,

And afterwards, as does such a cloud

I would dissipate and fall apart…

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Somewhere high above the trees on a

Mostly sunny day, you could find

A small cloud lost somewhere in the sky,

And that could easily be me you see-

Alone in this huge and vast sky,

Lost, and secluded,

For on a beautiful day like that-

Everyone worships the sun, and a lone small cloud as such,

Nobody ever notices, or even cares about…

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Claudia Krizay

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