Blown away

In my solemn solitude
silence takes over.

Nothing can be heard
but the passing of the wind
through my hollow head.

Then slowly I hear words
fluttering near my ears
merrily playing around,
chasing one another.

They whisper teasingly,
these restless butterflies.
They seem thoroughly eager
in seeking for a place
to settle at last.

But these flighty thoughts
are often a tricky catch.
And when I come near
to finally grasping them,
the strong breeze blows by
and takes them away.

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