finicky and aloof

i blew a kiss
to the sun
asked it be delivered
to your lips

whispered
i love you
to the breeze
and set it free

each drop of rain
was a tear shed
in longing
for the messages to arrive

i wonder
if they ever did
the sun seems aloof
the breeze is so finicky

i will try again tomorrow
then the day after that
eventually
it has to come true

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