A windy Waltz
Blue clouds float in the sky.The white sky accepts this.
Tonight belongs to the darkness
as the river runs upside down
and backwards.
The wind does not blow,
but rather
takes the leaves with it as it goes.
Tonight,
when you are sleeping,
the winds secrets will be exposed.
It will tell the truth about the storms,
when all it wants to do is
dance with the flowers
and the trees.
An invisible dance
that no one will notice
because they are too busy.
Too busy to notice
the rose bush
taken by the wind's hand
and spun around
and then gently dipped.
It's strange how the trees
and the bushes
and the flowers
all share the same rhythm.
All share the same lover.
All eagerly await,
without jealousy.
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