Cloud

Thu, 01/02/2014 - 20:55 -- kgb

The breeze blows,

pulling me nearer,

taking me farther.

Where must I go?

 

The breeze ceases,

revealing a view

of clarity anew.

I pray to stay.

 

The breeze comes,

bringing me down,

loud I sound.

My tears fall, earthbound.

 

My load; wisps,

temporary to stay,

following the weathervane.

I am not ready.

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