Life Under Clouds

Do you remember
skipping as a child
down the cloud land
dream ways
of eternity?
When the world was
vast but young vision
vaster and overlooking
fruited cosmic plane?
The fury of experience
closes upon innocence and
an inescapable sadness
consumes me.
I am not depressed
just getting wise
to the world
with its awesome
heartbreak on the way
to something higher.

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