Murmur of a Tumbleweed
As you read this, I have gone.
After all, I belong somewhere in nowhere.
When you are by the sea, or on a mountain site,
Think of me, even just for a brief moment.
Then, my soul will be set free.
Don’t be sad.
When fairytale comes true, you will see me again.
Through a cloud floating in the sky, or in a leaf whistling by .....
I am leaving now; it is time to say goodbye.
Copyright © Fnx D11 | Year Posted 2011
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