dark heavy clouds
hang in the sky
i did not mind, then
the storm comes,
people left taking
refuge in other far
shelters, i did not
mind at all, -
these, will pass away,
love was there once,
oh, it was here for a while,
then gone, i did not mind
too, when it comes back,
i do not know when, i
do not mind. All these
come and go. No problem.
Guests are we, and so
are they, so why worry?
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