Windchimes

April 7, 2006

Wind’s Touch

Filed under: Rhymes & Dimes — didee @ 9:54 am

Not even a whisper
has such
comforting
touch
that has granted
me haven
in an
otherwise
unresting walk.
Not even any
memory
has granted me
such sweet blossoms
in my early
morning
wakefulness.
Not even my
haunting thoughts
had held me
in a speechless
smile
knowing tomorrow’s
going to be
a better one.
Not even me
can keep the wind
from coming in,
blowing my way,
taking me,
making me its own.

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