like a leaf blown by the wind
so shall my life be
i am tired of branches
and i let go off any hold on a stalk
no tree shall claim me no more
i shall find no roots attached to my tips
neither shall there be tendrils
now i belong to the waters of the rivers
i shall sing the song of the wind
i sail like a ship on the ocean
i land on no port
i like to be a cloud silently hanging
on the ear of a black sky.
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