Bip..lar.

by Luisel E Octavio

The winds have changed...
i am like the wind...
going everywhere with the ever different blows...
i come...
unseen...
felt...
touched...
only once..
no more..
i am but just like the words written..
only printed out in black and white...
i remain described...
in the past..
where i belong...
never shall it come to pass again...
only once...
not anymore...