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Wind

  

Blowing softly
through the palms...
soothing to the face,
gently caressing the lovers
in the sand.

Wind

Howling through the trees
whispering - come here.
The old house moans as it
climbs up the lamp post and
slithers through the cracks.

Wind

Gently bringing the spring rain
touching the flower petals
as they say hello,
sliding down the green
blades of grass to
the thirsty earth  below.

Wind

Cooling sweat on the brow..
calming the effects from
the sun's hot rays.
Tickling hair on the neck
and swaying leaves
that dance on the trees.

Wind

Swirling, twirling leaves
of red and gold,
brisk cool mornings
which tell a story of change.

Wind

Cleansing my heart, the
moist sea air fills
my thoughts
of you.

 

 

Kay Ekwall©1999

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