Age Of Clouds

I don’t think I should be this old

Life should be all confusion again

Taking wing through storm

In coloured costumes

And paper hats like crowns

Not this aching dissipation

A drudging evaporation

Turning from sudden flowers

Into drifting clouds and rain

 

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