The sky’s a boundless lasting river.
Its sailors are those rolling clouds.
The far horizons washed by waves.
And winds reveal the flowing tails.
Whilst the unblinking eye allows
The mind will be a weary dreamer.
Thousands of solitary paths linger
Bearing those who follow but deny.
Compare the traveler and thinker.
The way the clouds rain and die.
Flowing reverie
© Copyright: Сима Кивалена, 2007
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