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Cloud Cucko Land!
Where Angels Belong
The sky opens,
it speaks wise words of the stars.
Utopia can be seen,
a whirlwind of thoughts are thrown from above,
crashing down into a whilring vortex of nothing.
Such valuable language,
says nothing of interest to me.
The philosophical meanings,
are just trapped thoughts longing to be free.
Empty, foreign, nothing to understand,
very wise words in another land.
A single leaf falls from a tree,
following the echo from the message to me.
Floating high above the stars.
In search of the meaning,
of the message,
to this visit.