Nothing Days
On nothing days; long days of dreaming,
I'd sit and watch the passage of the clouds,
Reflect on the weight of my existence,
And ponder death with an open mind.
The clouds, they stimulate my senses,
They make me long that I could float;
To join their huge momentous drift
And satisfy a consuming urge.
Copyright © Emmanuel Paul | Year Posted 2009
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