Poe 062

The clouds made ink

I wish I could be a writer

To write in the sky

And the stars play

My clouds ideas

And give success

The clouds made ink

Feeling full

Filled with anger

Heart Shape

Anger hurricane

Heaven my role

Road to infinity

Endless space

To tell stories

About everything

The land and sea

What about all fly

Print up there

Desires here

For all they

And if emotion

With what I experienced

And tell them

A cloud of ideas

The trip below

Full of rays

Everything that happens

Up there

Writer paper

The storytelling

When the clouds