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Winds Return:
Passages of wind
Set foundations of belief
Eternally ours.
Wind blows 
and then it doesn't 
you can't really anticipate it
it just happens
Loving you
Is like
Walking on
A bridge
With every
Piece of wood
Falling
After my
Every step;
There is no
Turning back.
Locked out of Heaven
Cast out
By my own free will
Because I wanted to know
What earth was about.
Blue eyed beauty..
The brown eyed sub...
Meant nothing to me...
Couldnt cover up my love
Never thought I'd be here
Big hole but my heart beats still..
I was introduced to the fear
The weapon of evil
Sickness of the mind
Now I struggle to close my eyes... 
Short nights..
Filled with lies..
I tell myself that I had time..
I'm done making this poem rhyme..
I'd wait an eternity..
For him to return to me..
The truth I can finally say it..
This is now his game... 
But I can't even play it..
No reset..
No re-do..
I left to make changes...
to get better for you...
I guess the moral of this story
I will never learn... 
Because we both moved on...
Past the point of no return..

She is the wind
She is strong and steady 
Ever changing, going wth the flow
She is fast approaching yet calm
Until the thunder strikes
And the lightning roars
The rain will pour and she will rub it in your face
She will never be yours
She cannot be captured
She is the wind
She is forever there, yet you will never see her face
She is resilient, defiant and thick with the scent of fresh cut grass and a mans tears
She is fear
She is strength 
She is surrounding 
She is everything you dream 
She is all encompassing to the extreme
She is the wind and she's beautiful to see
More beautiful than I can describe in poetry
Her mind is racing with no ultimate goal
She is the wind and she will steal your soul
When the dust settles and the storm moves on 
She will lose control
No one can know where she'll go
She is the wind
Fear her mind and beauty
She is pure poetry 
Flowing along naturally
She is me

Rain still falls
upon my shoulders,
green leaves slow dance 
with crystal droplets
to the enchanting melody of 
saturated skies singing,
spider webs wear liquid diamonds,
shimmering chandeliers swaying 
like silent wind chimes on the breeze
and puddles act as mirrors
where I see my smile 
as I head down a muddy path,
leaving lonely footprints behind,
walking towards the sunny day
that is you
Becoz You are like the wind,
Its impossible to hold you...
Aliza Kashmala Kiran
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