The gust of wind
The words of life just pass me by
I wonder if I should laugh or cry
I hold out my hand with apprehension
But your words seem to escape my comprehension
Where did I err, I ask myself
As I look at pictures of us upon the shelf
Tears stream down my cheek
As I recall our memories that summer at the creek
We were happy; things were perfect
My heart was whole and fully intact
Somehow this gust of wind took with it our dreams
It was not that perfect after all, it seems
I tried to bring a smile upon your face
Thoughts of you, in my heart I would place
But you slammed the door into my soul
So now with these memories left, I will grow old
By Vibha
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