Transient As Wind
Love, transient as wind,
your fickle heart plays false.
Leaving bitter tears,
that stain trusting souls.
Leaving bitter tears,
filling an angry pool,
that stain trusting souls.
They then, shy from love.
Filling an angry pool,
with venomous hate.
They then shy from love,
missing out on life.
With a venomous hate,
eating away chances,
they then shy from love.
Left out in the cold.
Eating away chances,
leaving bitter tears.
Left out in the cold,
Love transient as wind.
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