Me The Wind
I was suspected to have loved you like the wind
of which sometimes caused the snow storm
so severe that it has frozen your bone of passion.
Or the night wind,
equally shrinking your spirit to warm yourself.
You kept hoping of me to be the breeze
incessantly caressing you.
You have forgotten
that I have actually never existed.
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