My Book of Poems by m.1.2.3.m (books for 10th graders txt) 📕

space
making it it's own.
From the heavens, the azure sky
the salted vanilla clouds--
Like soap suds, like sheep fleece--
from those ripples in the lake of the
firmament,
its breezes into my deflated heart.



The cool wind is in me now
My hair, my face, my soul
my heart.
Cool, so cool and damp.
And its wetness mingles
with the dry flakiness of my heart well.
From the turquoise expanse, laced with
white clouds, scribbled all over
like a child's crayon drawing;
From that beautiful roof which encompasses all;
From the gentle, smiling sun;
From the heavens, yes... the heavens,
weaselling it's way through
all the celestial tutti- frutti,
does the wind come and blow
on my care worn face
in a cool, damp
strangely flattering

way
Oh, I feel very inspired today......

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Publication Date: 01-14-2011

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Dedication:
"Whatever I am or I or I will be, I owe to my angel mother"