Perhaps it's only the wind that
greets us?
Even as this familiar air hints of
something more.
Every dawn holds a blade of indifference.
One world is cleaved as two.
Perhaps only the wind remembers this
taste of whole existence?
While we just sniff the later dreams
that linger.
And head towards another day.
Our face...against the sweetest
breeze.
Love,
Eric
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