I am the wind, invisible
The wind who can't be loved, impossible.
thought am I intangible, immaleable but not invincible
for you breached me and crushed me, divisible.
I am the cold breeze, hot ghust and sometimes the calming whiff
following you, praising you and this is my gift
but why can't you see me?
why can't you put your eyes on me?
well I think its because you can't see me.
I prayed, knelt and died
begging the sea, earth and the sky
for I to have appearance,
or even a slash of significance
to a boy who made me sink in his glance
but I think I'm the wind
who will be invisible;
but will quietly sing,
will quietly yet sublimely sing to my king
till you feel my state of being.
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