In the sky today I was a falling cloud.
Bans of light and dark ran with the horizon.
The colors were bright.
The shades were dark.
Within the fine lines of clouds
A shape fell thru the numerous stripes
A shape connected in three separate parts
Arms and legs reached to catch the sky
The head was a battle, for the hair and the face fought
For the head raced down, the hair reached for the sky
Where could one fall from to be that high?
While falling would we still reach for the sky?
I viewed the sight with wonder
And was amazed at the beauty
And wondered at why I saw tragedy
This looks different in word...
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