I wrote a letter, sealed it and gave it to the wind.
It slipped my fingers, willingly.. I wanted to chase my words.
But I already gave it to the wind.
I watched it as it flew away lightly.
Will someone read it? Will someone read my words?
It flew away .. far, far away.
No turning back now.
It is flying now waiting to be caught, until then it will continue flying.
Meanwhile I sat down and started writing another letter… to the wind.
-Esperanza Writes
Beautiful poem….the words did find me…:o)
thank you! glad you liked it n_n