Oblak 11

Trepidation grips your mind, The cold wind fades as she comes near.

The numbness swept over your life, But she’s ready to appear.

You dare not try. You’d said goodbye, Halted by the fear.

And yet you try, you had to bat an eye At every gust of cheer.

She’s like a cloud, Oncoming bout, A hope that seems so near.

You walk disarmed, A net cast on a chance, The wind was not so dear.

It made its way, It wouldn’t let her stay The candle smokes into the darkness, But who could tell?

Now she’s gone, you are back to stone, Your cloud girl blew away...