It is sometimes the dearest of treasures,

That you so easily give away.

Like the winds that lovingly

shook the lock of your hair yesterday;

Rummage through so harshly today.

It is sometimes so easy to detach

From what you held on to for life.

The eyes that saw through

Every wonder…..every strife.

Needless to say,

They still hang around,

Somewhere in “your” universe……

Needless to say,

You would still make a run,

For every little verse……

The winds are not the same again…

But the fragrance remains…..

The footprints washed away

In the sand…..

But the sand in the hair?

The unease still remains……


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