voices in the wind
I hear your voice when mine is drowned
I hear your voice crawling over the ground
I feel your breath when i am cold
I feel your warmth when i am longing for home.
You sheltered me when days were cold
You lifted me when I was feeling old
I followed the wind which carried your voice
I followed for many years not knowing why, or giving a choice.
Here I am safe and well with a story of love and I am eager to tell.
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