When I think on those
who I have loved so much and have gone
I think in the WIND,
that blows softly on my face,
wrapping my thoughts.
I think in WATER, that satiates my thirst
and shapes beautiful landscapes.
Think in CLOUDS move by the wind,
taking so many shapes.
Think in the WIND, WATER and CLOUDS,
cause they are part and essence of those,
who I have loved so much and have gone.
MorphoAC
