Anna Kirshenbaum - Wind

Wind
Caresses my soul through the skin.
Sometimes, I believe I have wings -
Hidden, unseen...
Sometimes, I believe I could find them and be
So much stronger, and live
To the fullest... My dreams
Whirl around as I'm walking my road,
Whispering of the lives I chose not to live,
Of the people I chose not to become,
Of missed chances...
They fault me. True, the blame is all mine -
They had faith in me, but I,
I had no faith in them. I allowed them to fade,
To lose their voice, forgot half the words...
Wind reminds me of those.

Wind
Caresses my soul through my skin
And I might be a fool
For cannot help to feel
That it loves me
Eternally
Still

Anna Kirshenbaum

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