Wednesday, May 19, 2010


So much to say.
So much to tell her
But she is not here.

She has been swept away.
Like a strong, but short wind
Passing by,
Not stopping to stay a while,
Even if I needed more breeze.

It's hot
And suffocating sometimes.
But I wait.

For the sound of wind
Rustling the leaves on the trees.
For the sight of
Clouds meeting up.
For the smell of the drizzle
Wetting the mud.

Because I know
She speaks to me a million times
In the million droplets of rain.

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