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Adrift, the clouds communicate their love Of movement, gliding past the rising sun That they can see but I cannot, the waves Of light that indicate the starting gun Of day is firing on the eastern horizon, And nothing I can do will change the knaves And jerks and brilliant people I will meet When, running out, I pass them on the street. So, this is how I find my way to love, To pause and see them caught in their own lives Like busy bees scrambling from their hives, Or dogs with thoughts of chasing down a scent, Until they, too, arrive at something sweet And learn to drift to where the sunrise went.
Life happens!
I'd quite my favorite parts, but I'd just be copying the whole thing. Gorgeousness!