with the wind

All these time 

I can hear the cry of my heart 

A cry of believing

of hearing the voice 

it used to hear...

of the soul that used to be there

though all are loud and clear

All are now but a sad story to tell...

The  words...

The heart...

The love ...

They're  all now gone

with the wind 

they all have flown...

         Manuelle Augustine 

                  @2015