13 May, 2007

The Cloud in Me

Samuel

I look to the sky
And wonder why
Drifting in the breeze
Go the clouds with ease
To meet their fate –
To disintegrate!
By the wind adrift before
But at its whim no more
I’ll face the wind,
When Time, my friend,
Decrees to me, “Meet your fate,
and into the winds, disintegrate.”

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