The wind carries

all the lost kisses

and scatters them

on the wilted trees

that savour and store them

in their hearts

hoping to regain life again...

While the rusted swings

move back and forth

attempting to capture

the dream weavers' light

hoping for a youthful shine...

The wind carries

all the lost kisses

hoping that one day

one kiss would be his...

A/N: tell me what you think guys.... and interpret it if you wish :)