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Very abstract poem, it just spilled out of me. I'd love to see some interpretations!

Submitted:Jan 26, 2012    Reads: 76    Comments: 20    Likes: 8   

I reach for the

impossible fantasy;

watching the

mundane activities

far beneath me

and my


Finger tips grazing

the blue mist,

the tangible haze.

When the

storm clears,

laughter errupts

from my


I spin,

and then once more,

'cause your opinon

doesn't matter



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