Souls are like the wind;
they come and go.
The more you care,
the farther they drift away.
So hard to understand,
so easy to fall apart.
They keep searching
as the sun goes down,
if only they knew how easy
it could be to try.
No whispers in the ears
of a lonely past,
only trusting in the hope
that destiny provides.
It is never too late
to trust again.
If they could only hear
the right voice,
time would reveal
the loyal heart.
Photo: Gerd Altmann – Pixabay
