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.
Lawrence Intermediate School