just like me,
the wind runs.
runs like the ocean,
because i do not know his name.
he whispers in my ears,
he knows my secrets,
my truths.
he taunts me,
tells me i will never
know anything of his life.
he whistles now,
shouts at the sky.
he cannot get out,
so he runs.
he begs the sky to let him go,
to let him swim the oceans.
but the sky is holding him
too tightly.
the sky is afraid of a love
too big for her,
because the wind
is afraid to love her back.
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