I Float on a Cloud as I Please,
I float on a cloud as I please,
my crowned boat of rubies and gold.
I roam globes and sail seven seas.
Elegant pines I find both young and old.
Smell of pine needles and grass dance
on my snubbed nose. Fireflies examine the night
and leaves bind to the wind flowing like a lyrical ballad in trance;
hemorrhaging beauty that gives blind sight.
Rain pours on a cloudy day.
Remember rosy red pedals drip violet
and the sun rested on the horizon of the bay.
purest beauty acting violent.
I float on a lonely cloud unmanned,
romantic by heart I stand.
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