SK ( / Brooklyn, New York)

Winds Of The Past

You were my first love
Never again will the wind,
touch our faces,
or the rain, soak our eyes,
while we are together...

Just blindness,
and fallen autumn leaves
by the alley,
that is out of sight
for us both.

Tell me have you ever
passed the same path;
Have you ever felt-
those winds of the past?
My love, please tell me
did you ever, understand my leaving...

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