Would that I were free to float and fly
and rise above the hills and mountain peaks
then stop to rest in quiet places high,
with nothing else to seek.
Would that I could change my form at will
sometimes a column sometimes a silky strand
or scaly layers lined up straight and still,
nothing else I'd want.
Would that I were free to roam the skies
beyond the reach of suffering and pain
far from unjust words and wicked lies,
neither shackled nor restrained.
Would that I were a cloud in the sky.
"Would that I were"
by Harolde Huang
Thursday 2021.05.27 23:10 hrs GMT+8
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