The wind flinched ….

He was an image of the wind; sweat drops on my skin, he cooled me in a swing; a secret admirer, was he akin; danced on my lids, in blinks;

He flinched, one day, away caressing  till the last of my  hair;  so long, he is gone, still, like wind I feel him always around me.

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