Up in the clouds
Spread out on the fresh cut grass.
Gentle breeze blowing peacefully.
Smoking my bud.
Ghosts rising from my bud.
Reaching up for the clouds above.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Feeling as if I was light.
Glowing with pleasure.
Following the ghosts up in the clouds.
Finally freedom at last!
Clouds shaping into unnameable forms.
Taking the ghosts and me in...
floating far away into a land
where no one else can bother us.
All in ecstasy.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers
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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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