words on the wind
Sunny days
With a slight breeze,
And the aura of summer
Coming our way.
I stood beside you,
And glanced at you—
At your chestnut eyes.
An ideal time to speak,
Those words that
Quieted before they took form.
I whispered them
As you turned and walked away,
And as my footsteps
Filled the silence,
The words were carried by the breeze.
I wonder who the wind will give them to next.
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