I am Your Lady
By George P. Lumayag
The dark clouds
are hovering my beauty.
Though I’m lonely
but the clouds are kissing,
and hugging me.
No doubt my beauty shines
at sunrise.
Then the wind hugs me
and it bumps on me,
at daylight.
No doubt my beauty
leads your way,
before nightfall.
As I go with the wind,
we fly high up in the sky,
to dream of the best flight.
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