“Waiting for Clouds”
A thousand miles ago,
when the growl of a car was ruled by adults,
and sidewalks alone were beaten by my path,
when soles were more important than Goodyears,
I walked, alone,
beneath the warm summer sun,
under the deep blue sky,
so clear, so surreal,
and I watched the light flicker and dance
between the leaves of trees,
and I listened to the silence,
until a gentle breeze greeted me,
or until the hubbub of the city disturbed the scene,
and I could not think
of the days ahead,
nor of the days before,
for I was lost in this moment,
waiting for clouds to pass by.
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