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Crisp winds

I wake to the crisp winter air I feel the wind so cool in the night My soul seems to want to take flight I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds the birds chirp a song to waken the others two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze So dark this morning in time waiting for the sun to rise I hear scampering around the tree's Hoping to hear your voice hoping to see your hand in my day seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp ready for snow this morning the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have went away. I close my eyes and see the sun the sun shines deep in my soul waiting for my master to take control. Written by©Betty Bolden 11-11-04

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