it’s a mystery to me how it commences

only the wind remembers

from whence it came and where it goes

yet we wish on it

with dandelions in bloom



will the wind ever remember

that wish it blows on its way

for at the end of the day

all for that we yearn

is to be remembered by name



at days end when the clouds lift

light will breakthrough

yet the wind will not look back

but ….

what of us, should we

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