Saturday, December 08, 2012

space next to winds

I wish to name parts of the wind with my name
So when you call me I appear only to be felt
I will occupy the space next to winds
To this I matter not only to the living as if I am not dead
Will it matter if I am not solid? If I look as if I am nothing
I may not enjoy coffee with a cup with you but its aroma will call me
I will sit beside you, open your palm and assist my back
I have come to cover you with my senses
Believe that I am nothing but I am true
And I shall be with you as I make a deal with the lightness
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