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The TorRent

My heart is a whisper in the wind.

Everything is cold, wet, and damp,

the air seeping into my hair, my skin.

Wondering, thinking—where do I begin?

I want to sing a sad song,

so sad it drowns the world in tears.

Then I’ll hum, just hum,

and never speak again.

And in the quiet,

I will softly say goodbye.

©️ Samira Wyld 2025

From my upcoming collection, A Wyld Love Note.

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