I am like the wind


I am like the wind,

gathering the perfume of lilacs and the industrial stench,

delivering storms and ripping through the sea

and then controlling the tide and whispering apologies through the trees.

Like the wind, I cannot stay,

only linger and wish I were more like the mountains

or birds,

flying only at their leisure and never alone.

I trail remnants of seasons,

of romance,

of loss,

and as this intrinsic force pushes me onward,

I long to reside,

to retire my travels,

to be still.


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