these winds

I don’t know how these trees remain their ground, when I just go with it in any direction 

I wish I was a tree and I could withstand the gales, but nowadays I cannot even stand

and the dead leaves don’t even drop

but I like visiting the clouds, they’re like old friends, travellers

their silver linings dance and I watch in awe as my heart breaks and rejoices

again and again

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