Below is the poem entitled On The Wind which was written by poet
Repenning. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The cold November morning blows in on the face,
a kiss of longing.
She pulls you in,
"Be mine. Be mine."
She calls each bundled body by name.
There can be only this morning, this moment.
There can be only this busy street, these frozen slabs of sidewalk.
There is only the gray sky above
and the sweet perfume of a cold breeze.