Cotton Candy In The Sky

Quick Sand

If the clouds were
colored billows
that swelled up inside
Each one a different shade
then they did collide
It would be like cotton candy
swirling at the fair
The aroma would be always
hanging in the air
What would it be like
if it rained?
We’d have colored puddles
never would be plain
Our skin might get sticky
It would be rather icky
As pretty as it
may be
I am happy
how it is

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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