Thirteen

The clouds like

an shell,

a shroud

all beneath.

 

Though above

in hope the

stars remain,

as below, the

winds bellow

and we may remain

unchanged.

 

The distance between

stars, like between

the soul and

heart.

 

As the mind tries to comprehend

its own inability in thought.

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