Clouds
Quick Whispers
Wavering skyline
Skylark flying
Through clouds
A voice that echoes
Off of encased shadows
If I look down
Chin against my chest
I see only the lost one
And mishief within
If I ran out on a hill
In the middle of a thunderstorm
With rain pelting my clothing
And I reached with my arms outstretched
Would the quick whispers of below
Lift to the sky?
I am
Poised to
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