My thoughts
whirl about
like a sudden
gust.
You are
to me,
as the restless wind
is to the
petals of a flower;
fleeting,
out of reach,
ungraspable.
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
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