mY secreT ponD

you are not you
do not stunt the way
things are going

unfold
the umbrella in the rain
bloom those flowers of
spring
you are not you &
i am not me
the fan is not one
bold line
spread its wings then
like a bird
in the rain
it has many faces
that produces some
delicacies
of your winds
it is not you
& not me either