what is in you
that teaches this
lame heart to
dance again
to the rhythm of
light and rain?
i am wrong thinking
all these times
that i am complete
and needing nobody
i am in love with you
and here i am helpless
to your indifference
i realized how blind
am i
i am a leaf falling from
a twig
taken by the surge of
the mist and wind...
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