The gust blows
Upon the lost clouds.
Little shards of cloud,
Wherefore art thou going?
Through the cities and countrysides.
Baked under the sun, transpiring.
Wherefore art thou going?
Toiling and lingering,
Until your fluffy wings are gone.
And no one recognizes you anymore.
Wherefore art thou going?
The shattered clouds are no longer here.
My questions, wherefore I asked?
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