Looking In the Lost and Found
There are those times
when words are not enough,
they hang like clothes on a line,
with the wind whipping
through them, as they dance
to a rhythm that is fleeting.
Sometimes, words touch, then
blow in the wind again.
Words are like that sometimes,
blowing away in the wind,,
falling on deaf ears...
If this were not so, by now,
You would know, that I love you!
C. Alvez
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