I wander lonely not like <br />a cloud <br />as the cloud wanders <br />overlooking scenery ground <br />the wild bushes, the wide seas abound <br /> <br />I wander lonely beneath <br />that wandering cloud <br />that blocks my vision's way <br />where sunlit is behind <br /> <br />I gaze sharply up the cloud <br />then it stares back at me <br />and we've realized where both lonely <br />transforming with each other <br />into self-exchange shock absorber <br /> <br />eventually tears have been pouring <br />down hitting my cheeks <br />not from my teary eye but from the <br />solitary cloudy sky <br /> <br />and my sweat is evaporating up <br />to the nowhere sky <br /> <br /> <br />Is that downpour tears from the cloud of <br />loneliness <br />or that drizzling rain is a prize <br />to wash my dusty-loaded feet <br />as reward of being its sole comforter? <br /> <br />How's my sweat being evaporated to the nowhere <br />Is the cloud concern enough to wipe my 'tears'? <br />A rain of mine drenching my <br />entire lonely-planet self...........<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wander-lonely-not-a-cloud/
