I’d like to fly up to the

…Moon…

Then sit inside the crescent

…Spoon…

As the hours pass, I’m sure to

…Dream…

The clouds are my cushion

…Look…

Closely you’ll see, I’m gliding

&

Smiling, as it’s meant for

…Ms. Vee…

The hardships, and drama

…Are…

Left far behind, the scars are now

…Meteors…

Shooting in space

…Don’t…

Get me wrong, these clouds are not

…Mine…

There’s plenty of room

…You…

Must only be

T R U E!

4:12 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

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