Whispers of the wind

Happy flowerleaves


You will always be your own plant

Your own pot, your own stemm, but never mine

And you have your leaves always close to you

wearing them very close without greed

my reflection

but still you're so different

probably a good friend, not wild

having our differences and equivalences, still we're different

your curly hair, your athletic stature

You're a man like me

And I feel something


cannot say what it is

always had the urge to cover it up

Thinking that we will never be something

but thats okay

We can be friends

Me and you in the lesson

Finding the gravel in your voice beautiful

Finding your choice of words smooth


I am your reflection, but so different

talks like me and thinks like me

I read your eyes and write with your quill

still I have my own spin

and you have mine

I have my pot and you have yours

I feel indifferent if I go another way

I feel indifferent if we just have the same lessons.


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