Lofty?

boot

Would be I..a cloud above 
Unstirred...by winds of war
Puffs of bluff...the counter swirl
Bars of ice...so close.. so tight 

The weather man... don't know 

Do... the wings of butterflys 
Indeed...affect the world 
Gathered strong...a colour's melt
A flow....of they beneath 

Fluttering 'bout...my foggy feet

Rain...Rain down...cleanse all below 
Suffice not...Forty days 
Had I...the mist...the nuclei..
The strength to form the true

Alas...the past of present seems 

Come due...

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2026 05:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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