Just Because


Just because the wind should blow upon your falling face
Just because I should be right here, where I am today
I think you are just because of the instant you were born
But I think also the wind should blow before your long brown hair
Therefore you almost have made the world turn on its best feet
That's what you do, just because the wind would also turn

The wind would also turn just because you're listening
It was not to be the turner of the forecasted presence, but
To be the earned of the wind was the ending and the means
It was the job of the wind to be careful and precise, to just
Be and to be alone, brushing against your face

Just because it rushed on by, just because you felt,
Doesn't mean you have to become the dripping tear you see
Just because you looked down, onto the tops of your feet
Just because you rested your eyes into the thought of the wind
Just because there's no one there, my wind song you are

To all the unknown

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