Chasing After Thoughts
this wind
allures
thoughts
adrift
in the rift
visions
of you
chasing me
playfully
through the field
laying me down
in the pause
of breathless
moments
until we rise
in the next
rhythmic pulse
of breath
like these leaves
still blushed
scurrying along
in the drift
of this wind
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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