8.5.12

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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