A mixture of art in all its forms and random grabs from life and whatever else bubbles up….

I am breathing small clouds


I am breathing small clouds of white in the dark and sleeping quietly in a dreamland of stars and wild horses running with dragonflies into gray storm clouds.

In the painting I saw a dragonfly with wings that were as glittery as stars or when the sun shines on the waves of the ocean. I could hear the wing of the dragonfly as soft as whispers in a dream. I could feel the air like wind before a storm. In the air I could see donuts with desert sprinkled on them.

I am breathing small white clouds in the dark. But still the dragonfly is as glittery as stars or sun on the ocean, and still his wing sounds like whispers in a dream.

Mercedes Madrid
Lawrence Intermediate School


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