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It does not matter to me
i keep on walking,

i do not matter to me at all,
i keep on going,

i am air so i keep on going and
blowing

i am light, i own no one and no
one owns me

i am invisible, you do not see me,
i pass by for nothing,

i travel in all directions, i keep
no song,

i can be a cloud to you but not for long,
i can be a mist, but you will not like it

i can be a droplet of water, a crystal of snow,
i can join the river, but it will not be for long

i like it when i am so light and to be nothing
in anybody's shape in any other time,

i am air, i am this self, i like it this way
always nothing to you
always nothing to me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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