All I want to do is float;
To be a cloud on top of a sphere.
It doesn't matter which one it is,
As long as it's there, and not here.
All I wish to do is glide,
While paying respects to a setting sun.
Enveloped in dusk's glow on twilight's tides -
So long that "now" is over, and "then" is done.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hey guys. Bit of a short and simple one today. I feel like everyone has those days where they just wanna drift away, and this just articulates one of those days I guess. Thanks for reading and for stopping by my friends. Happy new year.
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Where ya going on that cloud? When will ya be back? Can I get the No.7 bus and travel to join ya?!
I must know these things! heehee.
He took the midnight cloud going anyyywhherrre. lol
When's he coming back? Does he know when? lol.
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