Dear fluffy cloud,
Aren't you so proud?
Sashaying in your crowd,
Coating the sky in a shroud,

So high up above,
Hard to catch as a dove,
Present to my hand a magic glove,
So my grasp you can no longer shove,

I yearn , I long oh so much
Not for any more, just a clutch,
But no matter what you wouldn't budge,
And no matter what, my fingers couldn't touch.

One day our surfaces will brush,
Just the thought gives me the gush,
Even if this painful wait, I could not rush,
One day, your delicate fluff, I will joyfully crush.

1:13am, may 10 2016

well, sorry if this sound kinda messed up....if you don't find it messed up...or if you don't understand...i guess...it's for the better? lol...not like i will ever know what you peeps interpret the poems as anyway....meh....inspiration just hit randomly...many times there were solid ideas...but no inspiration n when there's ridiculous ones...bam..i wrote...ok, enough self talking...zzzzz...time to sleep, my fluffy clouds....;)