In the sky of your world, suddenly a piece of gray cloud appeared..
The beautiful blues,the wonderful greens,the mesmerizing Reds,the crystal of snows,
Everything amazed that gray..
For in her only exists pitch black nothingness..
Yet something felt missing,like she could she the beauty,yet the most important spot was missing..
May be she was looking for a mole under lips of a man..
The blue sky told her,look at the far East,may be you would find him there,
Without whom your heart is vacant,without whom you feel so blank..
The gray cloud asked the sky,but how to find him,does he know me..
The blue just whispered,go on a voyage,if he is your destination,your destiny,then your boat will stop there..
And if you are his destiny,choice,then he will come back..
And a journey started of the wandering gray cloud,to search for that someone far yet near..
