I am but a gust of wind
Blowing gently through the night
I'll be gone by the day
I do not stay, nay
For that is not my nature
I'll do what I must do
But I'll be on my way
So close your eyes
And enjoy my presence
For I will not be here long
And all that will be left
are memories of me...
Wind
Labels: miscellanous, poem
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