The Wind is...

The wind has boozed by the fragrance.

so the wind just wanted to see the flower.

It blows as it is the way to be reached.

However, after hours and fears

 the flower withered taking a long stand

Despite, miles and hills

the wind rushed breaking the bond

Thus, you have been dosed by my gaze 

while the wind passed us by

We never know will it return to us

Therefore, I let the wind carry 

All my memory 

If it raged into the windstorm

It'll destroy them

If it turned into a wind swarm

It'll carry them

Who knows, it may pass you too

So that you withered with your garden of flowers

While my waves of memories stormed like the wind.

Who has been cursed?

Either the wind to be strong or the flower to be soft?

Either you to care or I am to be loved?