Thursday, March 22, 2012

wandering and wondering....

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er wondrous sims
yet never sheds it's quenching load
on those who frolic down below

On parades in Paradise it never rains
impotent cumulus banished to decorative folly
a backdrop against which events are played
without it's pouring scorn to spoil

There is no solace in solitude
no frisson in freedom
no mystery without a Mistress
no substitute for submission

So - I wonder why do I wander still ?

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