Dellusions

 

Delusions

of grandeur.

Although,

it may seem

that the sky

has been

polluted,

the past

is still

far behind.

There 

it will stay.

Sometimes

it may sound

like the clouds

are stretched 

too thin,

but along

with the wind

they will travel

far away.

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