I was alone, 
so I whispered to the wind. 
And it became a breeze 
that traveled to distant shores
blanketing the trees,
with dew from my tears 
a vast forest grew
That burst forth with fresh flowers,
whose petals circled the earth. 
Before landing on my windowsill,





with a simple note. 
XoXo. 
To Q. 
From you.
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Q.