Sometimes I am

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Sometimes I am the whispering wind, ethereal poem,
a dream drifting through the night mist.
A remote echo, raindrops meandering through the glass
through the crystals, reflecting my changing essence.
At other times I am the burning bonfire, blinding light,
verses flowing from soul to pen.
A blank canvas on which to capture with passion
the flashes of inspiration that beat in me.
I can also be a lament lost in the distance,
an echo of love that echoes in the infinite distance.
Rose petals scattered, nostalgic melancholy,
a kiss, an embrace that merges with my spirit.