Little Cloud

I see a little cloud soaring above the mountain top
So white
So fluffy
Yet so alone.
It has freedom
It has grace
But it can not stop
Its can not stay
The wind tells it where to go
And it doesn’t have the strength to fight it
So it flies away
Traveling without direction
Without intention
Just traveling
Until it fades away
Fades away


About boywithoutlegs

I am the author of the boy without legs website. I was born without legs and have used the experience to write children's poetry. I would love for anyone to read and be inspired and if you are interested in publishing my poetry please contact me.
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