Love is Wind.
Love is the wind.
I am a leaf.
I fall, I get carried away, I land.
In a moment I'm free
in unknown land.
Only to find I'm still caught in the whirlwind.
It's effortless, weightless, completeness I feel
but when the wind stops
I settle
all that slips away,
alone
one leaf
with no wind to carry
is just a dead leaf
left to crinkle and break.
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- Author: maggie (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2012 20:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Just something random.
- Category: Unclassified
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February 2nd, 2012 20:49
Excellent bit of random reflection, methinks. At least the imagery inclines me that way. The metaphor beautifully describes love and its precarious ups and downs. Impressive. Superb. I really like this!