Farewell (Poem)

As the buoyant clouds Drift into the sky Here comes my mind And says: 'So do I!'.

In such alacrity These rover clouds and I Sale away upon thee Slowly we go by...

We'll never come back As the same as we once were Behind of us we leave no track Before of us we see no more.

We lose ourselves Into the deepest blue; No trace is left, No hint, no clue;

Neither the sun will know Of our whereabouts, Nor the breeze will blow Over all the crowds

Into which you'll be Oh my dear old friend! To hear but not to see Our farewell in the end...