Some days,
my eyes drift down like leaves
falling to the ground
they do not fight the wind
they say, “Thank you,” and move on.
Others,
they cry–
and don’t even know why–
it doesn’t feel like rain
it just feels like a mess I have made.
Listen as I run.
Footsteps left behind
they will fade with time
the sunset is the only direction I am headed in,
no matter the feeling
I keep moving
for life is about flowing with the storm,
even when it’s in your mind.
May 1, 2016
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Very beautiful poetry.
Running against the time with the wind
On your face, storm inside
Hm … I like the image of footsteps that are left
Behind ….. Life finds its factuality
It truth in motion …. The pulsating sound of drums call you on …..
“Truth in motion” sound like very wise words. Thanks for your comments, Javad!