See I might not
the drifting of life
as it pass through
the stream of light
confuse I might have been
at the past that I cant bare
pain cause of the gust of leaves
from the tree that I cafe of
leaves fall down on me during autumn
now its monsoon not a single drop
of life will I share with it
like a wind changes
from one direction to another
such as life of a wind surfer
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