These have no roots,
They just float.
Wandering in midstream,
As a hayward boat.
Tried best to cling to it,
It wont stay,
The visitors in the firmament,
Don't belong but stray.
Recapped about her Source,
Or she being a resource,
Abruptly abandons all that,
Save a remote remorse.
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