Often, The Time

by

Helen Paquin

Often there are
No holds that hold
As white clouds
In the sky
When drift, the
thought sees fit
Clouds drift on, and by

The thought of drift
You never know
When it will
Come to play;
Then the clouds
Drift, on and by-
No holds can
Make them stay

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