I remember the sky's embrace, an endless realm of azure echoes
before the plunge, the whisper of gravity weaving tales of downpour

Plummeting through the fog of atmospheres, glistening in fleeting weightlessness
A solitary bead in a symphony, when did the clouds decide to part with pieces of themselves?

Am I always destined to seep into earth's crevices, or does destiny trickle
rootless thoughts absorbing the warmth of forgotten fires?

Each encounter, a kiss with the pavement, a momentary reunion with warmth
yet always departing, always falling—an eternal sojourner clinging to the unknown