12 Perspectives – 6

She went to grab a bit of cloud
But saw it slip away;
She trembled on the edge of mirth
The rest of that whole day.

What cannot be contained
Or calculated is still there —
She went to grab a bit of cloud
For now she owns

The air

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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