Thursday, August 2, 2012

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER:THE WIND

When one throws caution to the wind, does one then consider its travels beyond just that? For the wind must lift this caution, carry this caution to yet another destination as pollen from a single spring flower...I wonder where my caution lies at this very moment. I suppose my caution grows to become one with the wind, a placelessness being, always in motion...

Your voice was gently carried by the wings of the wind on this early September morning. It snuck through the cracks of my bay window, making the curtains dance. My ears have never heard such a lovely melody as it frolicked in and out of the dusty corners of the room until there it stood, vulnerably, in the center of all.

It was nothing I could see, nor was it tangible, but the feeling...the feeling was unexplainable...

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