He conceives cotton candy
clouds, in a city choked by
careless creations, 'cause a
kid can dream, can't he?
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Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
The Letter C
He conceives cotton candy
clouds, in a city choked by
careless creations, 'cause a
kid can dream, can't he?
