Maybe the Wind Could Tell
Wind, winds—why do I feel this way?
The connection in me feels the disconnection of leaves
Fleeting, hoping, embracing the feel of nostalgia.
But, should I call it loneliness?
Why do leaves let go?
Is it really a painful metamorphosis, or just a transformation of seasons?
Why do my feelings go with wind, is it the part of me I’ve been longing for?
Since when did I lose you? Since when did the leaves let go and follow you?
Am I,
Okay?
Hopeful?
Better?
Maybe the wind could tell.
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