With a sigh I watch the winds that pass me by
Being lucky enough to blow on your face
And kiss the diamond tears in your eye
Leaving me with a question “why”
Sore clouds bring the message of liquid sunshine
While dropping down your face
They revolutionize into wine
With grim smile telling me: “Not yours, he is mine”
Footloose autumn leaves with wounded spirits dance to your feet
Ebullience running through them, as they feel your heat
We stand here face to face
Still lonely my breaths and still dry my heartbeat
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