Nefelibata's Musings

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Broken Heart makes no Sound,
Alas, I fell on the ground
I am now walking on the clouds,
Wailing silently my soul cried aloud.

Head in the sky, feet on the ground
Detached when I speaks, cold I sound.
Aware I am different and that's alright,
Because this Nefelibata is always in flight

Head in the sky, feet on the ground
A nefelibata's mind knows no bounds.
Clouds that wander through the sky,
Sometimes low and sometimes high;

Little footsteps in this cloud chasing sand,
Now nothing is left in my hand.
Whatever I did,gave me pain,
Slipped from time like a sand of grain.

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