To the flying clouds

It is not you, yourself,

but the storm,

of desires, of rush, of imagination,

that blows you;

Dear cloud,

Goodbye,

and thank you,

for the shade when you flew to

for the light when you flew away.

as

I have my roots

and my different world

Underground!

 

*Inspired by a social media post.

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