The wind has carried her
fresh faced,
pure and misunderstood
I know her only from the inside
seeking adventure
searching for love
and finding truth
with six strings and solitude
She says she's shy -
said it millions of times
(probably the only thing she says
that I don't believe in)
she is the spotlight and
I am behind curtains
of unwashed windows
She travels by constellations
and
I am still as stone
under the whoosh of a busy fan
and silent wonders







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