a cloud drifts
in wisps
Like milk powder in my coffee
Swirls me into thoughts
With the spoon of wonder
Will it ever be a rain cloud?
All clouds are made of water
Some are darker
Some more stormy
Some angry
Some fluffier
Some scant
Will these eventually fade?
I wonder if tomorrow will come
Bring hope
Bring love
Bring peace
Bring joys
Bring me back
Will I ever be United with my self?
It is a fading Thursday night
Of a week
Of sad
Of loss
Of dejection
Of tears
Will these days ever change?
Will I
will you
will us
will this
will that
Maybe the moon will shine again.
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