The Wind

Is it the air that twists your words around,

Mocking me.

Is it the wind that throws your words away,

so I'm left guessing.

I question whether to believe what I perceive

because the whole truth is missing.

I'm left wishing the wind would blow your words back to me,

so the truth could be known.

And maybe I'll find contentment in never knowing.

But I doubt it.

The End

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