Cloud

Sometimes I feel like a cloud 
It appears solid but is formless in reality
Forever drifting and never settling
Sometimes I feel that I am not of this world
I just observe others living their lives 
I want to float like a cloud being blown by the wind against the light blue canopy 
Light and free
Leaving behind all of the worries and anxiety
Nothing seems to matter anymore
When I look at the gentleness above
Every piece is unique 
Every bit is irreplaceable
Like you and me


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