White Clouds
White clouds,
Imprisoned by the wind,
Too beautiful and mystifying.
I, too, wish to spread arms and embrace you,
Past innocence, my mistake…
Dissipate, time and space, for freedom;
Destroying your present form.
White clouds,
Imprisoned by the wind,
Too beautiful and mystifying.
I, too, wish to spread arms and embrace you,
Past innocence, my mistake…
Dissipate, time and space, for freedom;
Destroying your present form.