The clouds a-drift, like thoughts in my own mind, Change shapes and swirl in patterns undefined; To hold, to lose, like sand through my own hand, Each fleeting image slips, my heart unplanned.
- John Gould Fletcher
The clouds a-drift, like thoughts in my own mind, Change shapes and swirl in patterns undefined; To hold, to lose, like sand through my own hand, Each fleeting image slips, my heart unplanned.