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clouds

a poem

By Ruby RedPublished about a year ago 1 min read
clouds
Photo by Nico Frey on Unsplash

It is time

The wall has fallen

And I am exposed.

It is the nakedness of my skin

And the naivety of the feathers of my heart

That will suffer.

It was coming

Sneaking into my lonely memories

Of times gone by

As I chased clouds

And cried on behalf of the skies,

It preceded my fate

And pushed me to think I could fly.

Free Verse

About the Creator

Ruby Red

Heya friend, I'm Red!

I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱

Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖

AI is not art.

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