The Wind Knows My Name
Where my footsteps fade.
The sky is holding
Promises never made.
I touch the silence
Like an unfinished prayer.
And somewhere far away
You are still there.
The fields grow older
Beneath the falling light.
The birds are crossing
The border of the night.
I leave my shadow
Along the desert plain.
The wind still carries
My forgotten name.
Do not follow.
Do not call.
Some loves become
The distance after all.
The stars are fading.
The earth remains.
And only silence
Remembers all our names.
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