I remember I would lie
Looking into the sky
The aquamarine blue
Stretched way up high
Hung with invisible means
puffy white clouds
Would show up in streams
Of shapes like Animals
or people I have seen
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Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
I remember I would lie
Looking into the sky
The aquamarine blue
Stretched way up high
Hung with invisible means
puffy white clouds
Would show up in streams
Of shapes like Animals
or people I have seen
CMM © 2022