I am almost a woman.
You are almost a sunset.
But before you slide down,
Let me ask you a question.
When you were just a dot
On the blue stretched forever,
Did you think of the journey
You would make in the evening?
When the evening arrives,
Do you think of a cloud,
That you left far behind
In your quest to be proud?
Longing for Clouds
© Copyright: Vica V., 2003
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