Zephyr
Every time was an important moment…
Every time there was a scene among themselves…
Every time a day has gone. A night has gone…
Every time there was a significant change, whether small or big…
Every part of the time, whether real or artificial…
There was the zephyr.
It was a soft breeze against any length of hair.
Against the round cheeks.
Against the tears.
It was supposed to be a calming wind, a wind that lulls a person to sweet numbness and reality.
It was a zephyr.
It was part of the nature.
It was part of life.