She smiled as she
passed. Towards her, my heart leapt.
To strings, she was
never attached. To her free spirit, I surrendered.
Blinded as I was, by
her charm that the winds of change, I never noticed.
She left but, her
essence lingered. Memories of her caresses remained.
The path she took
was where my gaze was fixated.
By the coaxing
breeze, I remained untouched. Bitter, I grew; Cold, I stood.
The winds whistled
by, seasons passed; but nothing thawed my icy heart.
By a sudden rustling
one morning, I was moved. It wasn't her; but the touch - it seemed so
familiar.
Yet again, strings
there were none, but by her presence, I didn't want to be altered. A
lesson, hadn't I already learnt?
But with time, she
persisted, never leaving me, caught in the web of my branches, embracing me
tightly even in the harshest of the tempests, this torn kite, she stayed,
forever, by my side.
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Sometimes, all that we need is to wait for the change that the
winds bring.
