Run like the wind

February 26, 2014

Winter love wears thin
The coats we used to wear,
So the wind will tell you to
Grip at the top of the wall
And feel the lingering sun
On the roof tiles.

Read the message
I left in Braille on the grain
And maybe we’ll meet again
Until then I’ll keep running.

I will be the impish wind,
If I can still explore
The blue map beneath your skin.
So sleep beside the window
Tonight for me.

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