This is Life

we leave not because there are reasons
departures are silent
most of the time they do not speak like storms
they are like lovers
more like dust on the railways blown away
simply because the wind
always comes
simply because the wind exists
and winds by their nature do not stop
to blow away what is there that settles
but never
never permanently

this is life this is the wind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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