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Many lonely days and nights have passed since

we parted ways with the winds of the East and the West.

       I speak to you as the lonesome traveler

       of the Way of Eastern Winds.

            Many new experiences lay ahead of me;

            Many challenging tasks stretch beyond me,

                but a love I shared with you

                is not evident on this road.

         Guided by the Eastern Winds and walking on

              the way separate from your path,

             I stop in response to an incoming

             breeze from the opposite direction.

The breeze is warm,

The breeze is soothing,

The breeze is very real,

           and unsurprisingly,

         this breeze is quite familiar.

                        I turn around to

                       see in the distance

                     that fateful crossroads

                    where you disengaged our

                   love that was blessed with

                    the eternity of the stars.

Hard I try to keep the thoughts of our past love

submerged in the nether regions of my subconscious,

                 so I may be able to happily

                 continuate down the Way of Eastern Winds.

But the incoming breezes unceasingly procreate

wave after wave of winds from the Western Way.

          Bittersweet to me are these Western Winds,

            for they bring you back to me without

            ever actually returning you in my life.

                 These winds smell of you;

                              feel of you;

                     and remind me of you;

            but I'm teased by the fact that

            these winds are not YOU.

As these waves of Western Winds wrap around me,

       I begin to have painful regrets

       about the unfinished business of

       our past love.

   Hoping that one day, you'll hear my words,

   I whisper sweet somethings to the Western Winds,

                      saying:

       "If we were still together, I would've

        held you tighter in my arms and held

        your hand while we proceeded to our

        place of love-making."

       "I would've allowed my spoken word to verbally

        roll off my tongue and into your heart, making

        you realize that he can't love you like I love

        you; and yes,

       "I would've kissed your forehead and told you that

        in my eyes, YOU.....YOU......YOU are more beautiful

        than the sight of autumn leaves gracefully falling."

I watch the Western Winds carry away my whispers to the

                     Western Way,

        with the strong feeling that you will hear

                   my words someday after all.

I speak to you as the lonesome traveler of the way

of the Eastern Winds.

    I'll take great delight in experiencing new

    wonders of the world;

    I'll complete those challenging tasks with a

    new sense of mastery;

               but a love I shared with you

               is a bittersweet memory that'll

               always be reoccurring breezes

               of the Winds of the Western Way.