Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan (Pilipinas / a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism)
* I Wander Lonely Not a Cloud
I wander lonely not like
as the cloud wanders
overlooking scenery ground
the wild bushes, the wide seas abound
I wander lonely beneath
that wandering cloud
that blocks my vision's way
where sunlit is behind
I gaze sharply up the cloud
then it stares back at me
and we've realized where both lonely
transforming with each other
into self-exchange shock absorber
eventually tears have been pouring
down hitting my cheeks
not from my teary eye but from the
solitary cloudy sky
and my sweat is evaporating up
to the nowhere sky
Is that downpour tears from the cloud of
or that drizzling rain is a prize
to wash my dusty-loaded feet
as reward of being its sole comforter?
How's my sweat being evaporated to the nowhere
Is the cloud concern enough to wipe my 'tears'?
A rain of mine drenching my
entire lonely-planet self...........
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