No wonder it has no name.
Paints a bit of a picture.
Quick and silly.
But look out for that volcano!
Poem With No Name
Dreams floating above the clouds
Reaching up
You caress their side
High above the awaiting crowds
As dreams descend upon the masses below
Smile and tears of happiness
Erupt from the earth
A florescent volcano
Weathered storms of lifeless days
Have come to an end
With a sudden stop
As their eye's so red
Rise over the haze
They've weathered the storm
Right up to the top
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