Love me or hate me,
It doesn’t matter.
You are the one, loving.
You are the one, hating.
Or is it me?
Who am I loving?
And who do I hate?
Separated, are we?
And what is in between?
A story or two. Blue or green
Is it too late?
For us to see,
I…
“Wind, can you tell me
Your story; Where you were?
While still, lenient, strong
A thought, a storm
In the midst, a narrative untold?