Your Lady
By George P. Lumayag
The dark clouds are hovering my beauty.
Though I’m lonely
but the clouds are kissing and hugging me.
No doubt my beauty shines at nightfall.
Then the wind hugs me
and it bumps on me at daylight.
No doubt my beauty
leads away.
As I go with the wind
And we fly high up in the sky to dream of the best flight.
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