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A whisper on the wind

carried news of your impending arrival

even the birds held their breath,

not even a twig deared snap in anticipation.

You were one one of

the 12 great mysteries of life.

But I  saw through you.

You took far more than I was willing to give unwittingly.

I am my own mystery,

so I whistled sweetly crunching on soft twigs

suffering all the hard stares and curses of the woods. 

But, these are my woods,

my fields of green and my happiness never depended on you.

I wont hold my breath or on to any false hopes. 

I know what there is to seek,

and what I don't want to find,

I know what I am.

Do you?

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Draft

A whisper on the wind,

carried news of your impending arrival

even the birds held their breath,

not even a twig deared snap in anticipation.

You were one one of the 12 great mysteries of life.

But I  saw right through you.

You took far more than I was willing to give unwittingly.

I am my own mystery,

so i whitled sweetly crunching on soft twigs

suffering all the hard stares and curses of the woods. 

But, these are ny woods,

my fields of green and my happiness never depended on you.

I wont hold my breath or on to any false hopes. 

I know what there is to seek,

and what I dont want to find,

I know what I am.

Do you?