The wind is a wanderer.
A hopeless romantic looking for a home.
She dreams of stopping one day.
And wishes for reasons to not roam.
Reasons come and go
Like little reliefs of tempest.
Don't get her wrong,
She doesn't beg for Love,
Nor does she pray for things,
Those are never meant to be.
But in her dreams
She often screams "Stay".
Creates a storm of her emotions,
That is destructive and roaring;
But she knows, silently smiling,
Every time she tries to hold on,
Just a little longer,
She is torn in despair.
Her tries often turn the world upside down.
The Land ransacked in a dust storm,
The Sea upsurged in a cyclone,
None she could hold on to for long.
She keeps a souvenir from each one.
To remind her of all the love she gave away.
As the raindrops fall in her salty tears
Repairing her heart of the pain,
Once again, she whirls away,
Ready to love again.
~ Suranya