Severed

Cut from the Cloth,
It dangles on the wind.
Unfelted.
Without ties, it is there.
Without direction, it exists.
Without a cause and without a purpose, it continues.
It floats alone, but when does it end?
On a breeze barely be able to blow,
Gently it goes.
Far away.
Till no one knows.

 

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