Someone I Met Yesterday.

I met her today like it was yesterday

Filled with love In her own karismatic way

Like wind she was light and without a shade of gray

Abundant I felt but that was just a seconds play

For the wind has its own way

Broken but firm , tired yet ready to move on

For the wind has no final place

It moves with time and with time it stays

And I was just a midget of life that stood in her way

Lost but sure that the wind might change its way

But if only the lost time could be digged again

And for seconds I could feel that way

Cause the universe in her works in a little separate way

Like us her story too had too much to say

But like wind she mourn's and hides them away

Cause shadows too can transform their say

that's why i guess the wind hides her shadow and passes without a say .

Yet the touch is embedded in my vein

and if only memories did have their own words to display

Mine would have stopped

​as words could never define her in a perfect way.