Like the wind

 The west wind
walked past just like that
blew out candles in its path
leaving behind a book half-read
the room murky
reflecting
the dimness and blueness
outside the window
when falling leaves drift
like the echoes of the bygone years
when the sentiments of the nightscape
condensate in the eyes
recalling
those days
love went by
just like the westerly.

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