WIND
The night sky is my home,
I roam through the trees
and listen.
There is silence,
The cool night wind brushes against my face,
The only human feeling I have left.
The stars make a dull light through the leaves,
Making shapes dance on the forest floor.
Many ages this is what I would do,
Walk in the forest and think.
Think?
I now try to dream.
It's hard enough to live in the world alone,
But it's worse..when you die in the world alone.
No one to share my feelings.
All I have is that wind,
forever that wind.
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