Paper Clouds

Sometimes I dream

Of a world far away,

Where you come to me

And you always stay.

 

We see paper clouds

Above our heads

As we watch the purple sky

On our orange grass bed.

 

Being in love

Seemed to be just a dream,

A faraway cloud

I could never reach.

 

But as the paper clouds faded

And the grass turned green,

I opened my eyes,

And you were still with me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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