The wind blew soft, comforting the crying soul.
Against the tree, she felt peace in the cold.
It spoke to her of love and care,
of starlit nights and never-ending dreams.
As the wind danced in its blossom pink.
Both the seasons changed and time went by.
its blossoms now faded, they began t die.
She wept, for her love was now gone;
in the alone cold night, till dawn.
But once a blossom fell in her hands.
As a symbol of hope in her now barren lands.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC
The wind blew soft, comforting the crying soul.
Against the tree, she felt peace in the cold.
It spoke to her of love and care,
of starlit nights and never-ending dreams.
As the wind danced in its blossom pink.
Both the seasons changed and time went by.
its blossoms now faded, they began t die.
She wept, for her love was now gone;
in the alone cold night, till dawn.
But once a blossom fell in her hands.
As a symbol of hope in her now barren lands.