CLOUD
If you touch me I will disappear,
just as if I was a cloud, transparent.
If you try again I will reappear,
even though I shouldn't.
Yes, I need your warm embrace,
like the clouds need their illusion.
But I'm afraid I'll lose my face,
in this borderline confusion.
The clouds are sailing underneath,
burned by the flames of desire.
I am trapped in this place beneath,
guarded by angels of fire.
If you touch me I will disappear,
just as if I was a cloud, transparent.
If you try again I will reappear,
even though I shouldn't.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 00:29
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