passing underneath the clouds,
watching the soft cotton ball like surface
growing and fading. for a moment
I lose myself in deepest of thought
I soar among the sparkling vapors,
soaking my skin with exhilaration.
But, just like every other thing
this also does not last.
From light to dark, exhilaration to mortification
Soft gentle cotton turns to angry frothing sea.
Like the cover above also the mind within turns,
joy brings pain, excitment-sorrow. I am left with memories of what has died and Risen Again.
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