we leave not because there are reasons <br />departures are silent <br />most of the time they do not speak like storms <br />they are like lovers <br />more like dust on the railways blown away <br />simply because the wind <br />always comes <br />simply because the wind exists <br />and winds by their nature do not stop <br />to blow away what is there that settles <br />but never <br />never permanently <br /> <br />this is life this is the wind<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-life-13/
