A Gnat in the Wind

all that I am

pitted against love is like

a gnat in the wind.

a stream meets the ocean,

makes love so to speak,

as tears make love to rain.

where am I now?

the letters of my name

fade into the vast emptiness of the page,

and Silence ruffles its feathers

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