Sheet
Like a sheet blowing in the wind
Your hair flows gently
I feel your embrace with protection
Like the mother sparrow feeding her chick
The embrace nourishes
When the wind dies and goes where it goes
You gently tug my soul
It goes to where it's quiet and lingers
The sheet flattens
In that embrace I wait
Waiting is what matters in life
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2013
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