a sigh, is just a sigh
escaped the lips
does not tell, why
it did not die,
perhaps,
from the depth of the soul
soft, fathered
timid sensitivity
or comes
with a whooshing sound
of impatience,
a fit of caprice,
not the sigh
of lost love
disappointment
or enjoyment
myriad of reasons
emotions vented
brought into being,
hard to try to guess
the birth of a sigh
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