This is my latest poem:
When I fall asleep
I feel like my bed
is a cold fluffy cloud
flying over the city.
In the air I am blown
by the breeze,
I am watching the world
and everything in it.
I fly over schools
and children all look at me.
Adults are busy working,
doing everyday jobs.
Suddenly my cloud tips downward,
going as fast as a rocket.
I'm fighting against gravity,
fighting against waking up.
By Ryan van roon-Gifford
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