I am writing on the clouds
The white clouds look like
many soft pillows
Oh! I miss my little pillows
they are waiting for me
how can I leave my pillows so long?
The tree is my chair
I pick the flowers as bookmark.
Where is my pen?
It is a piece of wood.
So boring , so boring.
I just want to have a sweet sleep.
In the clouds.
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