I feel the wind…

I feel the wind is passing by
Telling my story, but my eyes are dry.
The time has stopped, and tell me why
I cannot move, I want to cry.

That wind bring whispers from another time
When love and passion I could understand
But now I know it was in vane
I cannot breath, I’m not the same.

Would I forever feel the pain,
or will my story only here remain?

06/07/2021