With fingers crossed, praying the
Breeze would shift in an easterly direction.
Oh sweet gaze, if only you knew.
Who is this person, stumbling amidst
My feet and tumbling senseless words.
I cannot speak for I am a dumbfounded fool
Trespassing an unknown ground.
If only I could know more,
For I know little of land or air.
How pointless it is, to wait for a cloud
To shift across the sky, with an absent wind.
So wait I will not. I will not hold my breath.
When gusts stir the air of my heart
With movement, I will feel
The air across my face,
Sweet contemplated bliss.
Meh.
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