the clouds above my room

grayish white

or maybe blue

an unfathomable pretty hue.

is it day or is it night?

clouds, they hang in the air

regardless of time, up there

shapeless puddles of soft-seeming foam

in that unreachable space they roam

can’t be touched, can’t be held

and as I lie on my feathersoft bed,

all of my thoughts melt.

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