Years later after writing thoughts on scrap pieces of newspaper

I would never know that it would be like this.

A light breeze on that summer day.

and a smiles emerges…

“What to do next?”

Zephyr you are always there to sooth my soul

even if I thought I didn’t need you

He was  behind every cloud on the rainy days

To bring life back to its distinction of free will.

(This is a poem I wrote in 2006)

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