Illness

Is it really necessary to speak my mind ?

Won't you understand otherwise ? But why ?

Does a flower proclaim itself to the world when it blooms ?

Or seek being marveled at its fragrance ?

Does the wind ever complain of not being acknowledged

For carrying the fragrance of many springs

Or for not having its existence felt with all your senses ?

If I want to catch you

Do I have to run after the wind now ?

If spring pays me a visit

Shall I have to ask her to wait in the attic

Or tell her to come some other time

Now that you're still to recover from your illness

Now that you're still afraid to spread your wings ?

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