you are sky
held me as cloud to your bosom,
loosen me
mysterious,
at times clasp me tight
though winds blowing fast.
I am one with you
as I strode along,
clinging to your fingers ,
you drop me gently
with care,
though disheartened
I am reminded of my mission.
I come back to you again and again
wanting to rest as chlorophyll on leaves,
but you leave me
gently on soft bed of roses.

Maybe you coould choose another of the titles for this? The first one to take the title keeps it. I am very sorry.


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