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SMALL PART OF THE STORY
A Character
I do not need to be the story.
Let me be
one small line…
I no longer want
to be the hero of a story,
nor do I wish
to have my name written
into someone’s fate.
I only want
to be the breeze..
that pauses at a window
on a tired evening,
lifts the curtain a little,
and moves on…
A single drop of rain
falling from a roof
onto an old stone in the courtyard,
just enough
to remind the earth
of its own fragrance.
On some unfamiliar road,
let me be a tree
that gives a tired traveler shade,
then stands unnoticed
after they have gone..
No complaints.
No accounts to settle.
Not even the wish
that my absence
should be noticed..










