Grey sky

I am,
Held by the loving arms of a grey sky
Falling to the opportunity to dance, splash, and splatter
My spirit rains with joy

No soul on this fitting shoe
What marvelous feet
barely, containing this helium heart
I am a burst of daisies
A church of foxglove
A bubble of color
I am ice cream in child hands
find me on the corners of a smile.

This is who we are when we forget.
who we are when, we I am, with The I am.
for me its a handful of rain
a mountain
a quiet night
a friends laughter
and I am.

written in the embrace of a grey sky.

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