Micropoem on a Legal Pad

High in the clouds,

I hear no sounds. 
Sometimes I wish I could just fly away. Away from all of the sounds and the horrors that this world holds. So little light exists, the black is never ending. Up in the sky, I can ignore the black and see blue and white and beautiful light.

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