Author Jonathan Chaves The white clouds beyond the sky ā this must be your home. Both cheeks slightly red, a diet of cinnabar! But don't expect any magic mushrooms to give you immortality; you're wasting your time, digging with your spade, damaging the purple mist. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments