Clouds

Clouds are everywhere,

On my hair, on my lips.

My skirt is a cloud, soft and weightless.

I am making a chain with salt water beads

to adorn my neck, my ankles and wrists.

I am searching for Freedom.

I am boarding the vessel Mist has made for me,

I am floating, drifting. I'm beginning to be... 

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