"Love" From a Hundred-Poem Sequence
Though it drifts
my way,
can I really be so sure?
A cloud blown
by winds
as it travels
through the sky
is in the end a fickle thing.
my way,
can I really be so sure?
A cloud blown
by winds
as it travels
through the sky
is in the end a fickle thing.
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