High up in the sky a being lies
Changing its shape changing its size with the wind it flies
Without a destination without a path
It just floats as it goes past
It provides others shade it provides others rain
But has nothing for itself to gain
It pours down water when it's full it takes it up when it's not
With indifference of any sort
With various shapes it comes by
With no proper charecter it flies high
He gives and he takes
Not for others; not even for his own sake
He has no aim, he has no desire
He dosen't feel any happiness; he dosen't have any ire
He exists for the sake of existamce
But I wonder what's the meaning of such existence....
-Tan
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My Anthology
PoetryA lot of thoughts come up in my mind I try to rhyme them and here's what I end up with...
