Wind Magic
connect the dots
like the stars
in the night skies
wind magic
autumn leaves
tumble down
the street like
broken butterflies
the coming tide
retrieves all
that is stranded
while reaching
new stranded highs
wake before
the dawn
listen to
the silence
slip through
the crack
of day
shoot the rapids
of the
kaleidoscope
of life
Copyright © Forrest Pasky | Year Posted 2017
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