((Ksys writes in her notebook)).
An attempt on a successful, wonderful and mindblowing Pastoral Poem written in a melodic, lyrical way.... Thursday 9th of January in Shire- Reckonin.
Grandma in the sky..
I was lying by the dock of the bay..
In one of this boats that bobbed outside..
I was looking at the cloudful sky..
I saw a face I recogn..ei..ei.ize
The shape of the cloud was like a face..
It looks so grumpy and irrita..ai..ai.ted
I saw grandma in the sky.....
The sky so blue and beautiful..
The cloud was horrid and high..
But what could it do, when I was here..
I was safe......
I was lying by the dock of the bay..
Yes I was, oh indeed I was..
Do you hear me.. I was lying here..
by the dock of the bay..
So then the sun appeared..
All the clouds just disappeared..
I was looking at the cloudfree sky..
and was laughing out loud...
I just remembered the cloud of a face..
when I saw Grandma shaped as cloud..
Oh yeah..
