Life is/can Be

Repetition,
of a harsh wind brushing
rushing past me and
my cheek frictions red a bit,
but is it the wind or
your faint image in an uncertain distance
that bruises me, confuses me,
but still urges me
to wrap my arms
like the wind around you,
to surround you,
hope my thoughts astound you.

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