Poem About Finding a Lost Friend Again
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Published: Jan 2011
Once And Now
Blowing with the wind,
Never quite complete in form,
Ever sought, ever evading.
Gust after gust reforming, renewed,
Sometimes to dissolve away.
Then again to be reborn,
In a completely different view.
When finally the formation full,
The shape and lovely hue,
And sweet rain from it fall,
In a promise of sunlight anew.