thomasunderlandaily

The clouds remind me of paper cutouts.

 they are posted up on the blue,

each with a little yellow tack.

I began to read their words,

 its a story without a beginning,

and sometimes the words slip off the lines.

The writing is all different,

some fast and some slow.
I just cannot stop reading, 

and then I know.

I with my worries and cares,

that fall like snow onto the page.

I just reach out and hang them up.