The Nether

 

 

The puff of dust

Swarms with jeer

The recoil of sky

After I kissed the cloud

And brushed a rainbow

When I brushed past her.

Ballooned in vanity

I scoffed at the shelf

My glaze in the nest

Was now the crown

Held back by a string ,

I soared gradually

Till a thunder cracked

And dampened my flight

Brought me swirling down

Whereas now I lie soiled

Finding shards of dreams

Just below the scattered sky.

 

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