You were the Earth,
And he, the Clouds.
During your droughts, Clouds rained on you;
Giving you life, giving you part of themselves.
And during his emptiness, you made him whole;
Giving him back, giving that which made him up.
But the Universe, in its regularity,
In its consistency, in its order,
Let the Earth take for granted that,
Which the Clouds did not.
You were to him, what
Leaves are to a tree,
Fuel is to a car,
How a north magnet attracts a south.
Now you are to him, what
Food is to a starving beggar,
Freedom is to a prisoner,
The Earth became,
What the Clouds couldn't have;
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Path To Happiness
RandomThese writings are written by the author to romanticize his frustrating life and share it with the rest of the world for them to relate. Strictly, no copying allowed. Property of John Doe Holmes ©
