The clouds are passing by
Floating with the wind,
And I, see them,
And my heart begins to cry.
The feeling of separation
Fills and feels me,
Only two papers to hand in,
And- that's it.
Three years have gone by,
Like the clouds in the sky,
That are gone with the wind.
written: 28.11.08
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