The Why

I often imagine myself..
At the top of a hill.
Sitting still..
With my legs dangling down…
Sweeping the whole town.
While all I do..
Is to see the clouds floating by me..
With the faces that I met..
Some drops made me wet.
Some undoubtful debt..
Some charmingly abrupt..
Strangely never did they interrupt.
But flew by..
Giving out a sigh…
Feel the wind giving me a nudge.
Looked back till the edge..
Where the ground meets the sky…
And the shadow meets the why.

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