Taken by the wind,
love is lost in the mist.
Days old,
long gone,
only memories,
as we sang in the dark.
Still I remember,
how good it feels,
short moment
in the breeze.
Only letter left,
things undone,
past is gone,
love is lone,
taken by the wind.
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Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and penned with insight to capture the poet's conviction. Love though spiritual, it's also whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.