These clouds relax my thoughts,
up here in my window spot.
Atop a cloud I visually see,
castles passing by below me.
Valleys distantly canyon away,
it's raining below them today.
Cast from the different heights,
shadows stretch across some sites,
faces show then hide their cloud,
up here where birds aren't allowed.
These views I see from my seat,
on another realm then on our feet.
Imagination is allowed to play,
despite the fact it's a rainy day,
and as the clouds past the windows pane,
I hate but today love my brain.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 8th, 2025 13:23
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