Youth in the Clouds
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I haven't written in a month!!11!1! Jesus, it felt so nice writing again. I hope you like this somewhat simple poem-!

Youth in the Clouds

Above the clouds lay our hopes and dreams,

Above the clouds lay our hopes and dreams, Fragile among decayed.

Above the clouds lay our hopes and dreams, Fragile among decayed. Below the clouds lay us frayed at the seams,

Above the clouds lay our hopes and dreams, Fragile among decayed. Below the clouds lay us frayed at the seams, Aging seemed to invade.

Current young souls are the clouds briskly moving along,

Current young souls are the clouds briskly moving along, Across oceans and foreign lands.

Current young souls are the clouds briskly moving along, Across oceans and foreign lands. Raining upon trespassors is their natural phenomenon,

Current young souls are the clouds briskly moving along, Across oceans and foreign lands. Raining upon trespassors is their natural phenomenon, Letting the rain pour from their miniature hands.

Their youthful experimentation;

Their youthful experimentation; Creating tornadoes and torrential downpours.

Their youthful experimentation; Creating tornadoes and torrential downpours. With childish characterization,

Their youthful experimentation; Creating tornadoes and torrential downpours. With childish characterization, The endless possibility of destruction; a child's mind explores.

The young carries on what was once our responsibilities,

The young carries on what was once our responsibilities, To explore and shape the lands from above.

The young carries on what was once our responsibilities, To explore and shape the lands from above. Our rapid growth of age causes disabilities,

The young carries on what was once our responsibilities, To explore and shape the lands from above. Our rapid growth of age causes disabilities, We are placed six feet below holding a dove.

At the end of every rainfall,

At the end of every rainfall, Lies a thick band of color in the sky.

At the end of every rainfall, Lies a thick band of color in the sky. Youth will be our rise, and old age our fall,

At the end of every rainfall, Lies a thick band of color in the sky. Youth will be our rise, and old age our fall, We change our landscapes until we die.

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