Wind, you!

Walk With Dia

Here I am

Standing on my balcony

With a half lighted cigarette.


brought some memories for me

every now and then.

Making an eclipse on my face-

light of present on one half,

darkness of memories on the other.

And then Wind, you left.

You left with the cigarette ashes.

What do you want me to do now?

Hold on to the memories


let go of the ashes of the memories?

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