As the Wind Blows
who knows the thoughts inside one's head
they may transcend one’s words when said
grief goes as the wind blows
the quest though mute sometimes is pled
why not take me oh Lord, instead
I would that I, you chose
Do not feel lonely the entire universe is inside you
Charles Henderson For Nette’s Rime Couee contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012
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