losen words
randomly said
as if blowed to the wind
against the wind that doesn't go back
words blown
in your ear
fallen words
from any tree
quite simply stripped
leaning to the ground
not going down further
slightly rested
expectant
waiting the wind
or your strongest blow
of a single blow you yell
as if silent
your scream was more acute
hoping it was my name
and you, my breath waiting
let our imaginations touch
of our senses
forbidden.
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