I was a tail of a cloud today
searching for the lost lines of the time confined to the space
a cloud, so close as well as far away
a cloud as much white as your face.
thinking not enough to feel like a heart
feeling not so deep to think as should be
to confront still waters with tongueless and cruel art.
we couldn't be brave enough either, could we?
I was just a tail of a cloud today, alone...
04.07.2009, Philosophenturm Bibliothek, Uni. Hamburg
Trés Belle! ♪*•.¸¸♪*♥*♪¸¸.•*♪
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ReplyDeletestaying nowhere..feeling of not to fit into any thoughts, feeling of happy commonness but with regret which is the reason for this poem.
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