Who was I?
Who am I?
; Who will I be?
Perhaps a slight breeze that turned into a furious rush to expire still a sigh.
Maybe I'm a weak cocoon that struggled to become a flower and fade with the arrival of dusk.
Maybe I was a tiny drop that turned violent storm to rush to the ground.
I do not know who I was.
; I do not know who I am.
do not know who will be.
But I know who want to be ...
light I want to be steadfast and to challenge the dark in a silent duel.
breath I want to be undisturbed and break the ropes that bind the life of my neck.
want to be the power of the elements not to fear the misfortunes of fate.
; ; ; ... but not always to want is power.
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