when i opened my eyes
i saw nothing.
blue.
i saw blue
and to be honest, i was feeling a little
blue, too.
the clouds are passing by
and morphing into new selves
kind shapes
dreamy
free.
being a cloud must feel inspiring
being nothing and so much
at the same time
a white fluffy orb
traveling the skies
blessing human eyes
with pictures
shadows
cloudiness.
and even clouds
feel the need to cry sometimes
even though they don’t have to be anywhere
even though they are in a constant process of evolving.
but maybe a cloud is sad to leave
to not have a home
the next time that i’m sad
and feeling caged in
this life that was built for me
i will think about the cloud
and it’s dream
of a home.
Autor: Clara Drechsler
19 Jahre alt, ehemalige Schülerin des Katharinen-Gymnasiums Ingolstadt, inzwischen studiere ich in München Philosophie, aber Poesie hat auch jetzt immer noch einen großen Platz in meinem Herzen.
Ich experimentiere gerne mit Geschichten und Reimen. Poesie ist für mich Text, Musik des Kopfes, Gefühle und Gedanken, eintauchen in fremde Welten.
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