I am the cotton which makes the clouds float
I am the cotton which makes the clouds float;
the wind warming the summer air.I am made of a million pieces, like the flakes in a winter’s pile of snow. My breath is not the only thing that takes everything away;the things my eyes have seen, the things my heart has felt. The words I read and the things that had never been said;I am everything this world created and - nothing that was left.
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