Soaring on China’s Cloud

Poetry is like art
There’s no right or wrong way to interpret
Purest form whether written, spoken or acted
It’s unique as you are

As you soar on china’s cloud
Feel free, enveloped, loved
Elevated to heights never experienced or envisioned

Let my words soothe your mind, open your heart, and entice your soul
Experience me
Know me as some may never know me
As I have come to know myself

For you see, before I could soar on china’s cloud
I had to come out of the darkness
Embrace life—find my cloud

Will you soar?

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