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Walking,
Soaring
Through cotton clouds
Where the sun and the moon meet
For their battle to rule
Over the sky,
Changing the colors,
Spilling what looks like
The blood and bruises of stars, their soldiers;
Where the clouds gather
To weep and shed tears for the millions
And keep everyone warm.
Even nature screams out in grief
Of its loved ones
Every once in a while.
About the Creator
Ava D
Bringing pieces of me and my heart to the page that I don’t show elsewhere, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
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Comments (1)
Yeah it's a heaven.