The Wind

The wind knows
It flows alone
and goes to collect your issues

It collects your tears
and sweeps up your fears
It hears your pleas
It sees your disease

It attempts to catch you
and fails miserably
It doesn't quit though,
not until your flame burns out

It swirls around those left behind,
collects their shattered hearts
and tries to make amends.
It does what it can
and then moves on

The wind is a free being
one that has seen too much.
Despite all its rushing
it never can save those who are falling

So it watches
it gathers the pieces
and passes on our wishes.

Silent and forgotten
the Wind is always around
ensuring you're never alone.
For it sits bound by solitude's pain
and knows the feeling of being unknown,

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