Destology

The wind gave us flight. You pass the clouds as I hear your warm laugh. I ran to the storm, but I held it in my heart. The storm teased me. It said I was nothing, that my cold heart took your time away. I left. My tears were falling to the soil. You heard me fleeting and said the storm is unforgiving. I remember your hands caressing my face. Again, you smile. You were happy! We kissed. You finally set my heart free.