Wind Child
I am the tangible wind
the subtle breeze whispering
passionate hints throughout
uncharted mounds dancing
beneath the infamous sun
feeding hungry hearts gathering
missing pieces holding time
in place withered by tainted bliss
I am the rapture magnified
brilliantly over land and sea
a multitude of languages spoken
without listening without hearing
I am the gully the levy the pulley
of souls dazed captured and released
between the meeting of the mind
kissing the shores time after time
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2022
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