If you have seen that cloud in the sun
Like a drape in the light
Putting a haze
In the mellowed broth
Or is it one more cloud on my way
And it seemed to be smiling
As if it knew my path
Like a puzzle from nowhere
Softly softly seeking the end of my moves
Friends, wise men, followers
I am taking this turn
That never would want to settle for
Steadfastness or the mimicry
Of a bygone hour
One more cloud on my brow
It was like the sweeping green
Rinsing the light drops from the brim
The road is getting smaller
And the mist widens to hold the drift
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