As if with ease,you roam,
taking you far from home-
then who am I to take your feet from under?
As if with sudden breath,
you choose then, to forget.
Then who am I to bend the wind, I wonder?
As if a thundered sky
refect the tears you cry,
then who am I to promise you the summer?
As though the plays you write
can face another night,
then who am I to know the stress you're under?
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