As the wind

Standard

took me

to the heights of this mountaintop

touched me

and felt the chill in which i am filled

comforted me

and gave me the edge that no one can give…

Then why of all things

must i yearn

that which a touch of another

that can be betrayed

when i trust in

yet

there is nothing i can do,

coz i need someone

that tells me

that yells at me

constantly nagging

but then nothing i want more than

any consolation.

Then outside of all

those

a gentle breeze

a twitch and sway of a leaf

can say something

than 

somebody’s prescence and their nonsense.

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