Clouds of distal rainfall

These dreams are walking with me 

The stars are following along 

The height of our lives 

These are the days that weeks lead into 

These are nights we can feel the earth spinning 

These are the days in the sun

Clouds of distal rainfall 

Trees of green and yellow

Air of stiff gold 

Hear these sounds

Static of falling in and out of natures realm

Spinning arms and hard mouths 

It's all happening again 

It's all the same dream 

It's all the same life 

Author's Note

I wrote this while very high so I'm not sure if its good or not

Reviews

[Wesley Dingler]

That's cool. I read this while I was very high. And yes, it's good.
I really love the second stanza

These are the days that weeks lead into
These are nights we can feel the earth spinning
These are the days in the sun

It reads like springtime to me. I enjoyed it a lot.

[Lydia Waldock]

I’m really glad you enjoyed it and that reading it high must be good!

[Wesley Dingler]

It is good. Isn't everything better up there?


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