You’re a bird that can never fold <br />Its wings. <br />Cherishing a patch of blue sky, a heavy rain, and a story, <br />Like a night that comes and goes, <br />You bloom rocks. <br />You deny those unreal cloud and mist, and keep dreams deeply concealed <br />Beyond existence. <br />At a standstill in flight, and smashed in chase <br />You argue with your shadow and fall in love with yourself <br />Trapped all around, only with your mind filled with <br />Emptiness. <br />All the beautiful and the ugly drift and swing all the time in all places <br />But you, you’re the intangible wind <br />Standing on the opposite side of things.<br /><br />Alisha Cheng<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-14/
