Echoing Promises Made
Soft Spring Winds whisper words
no ladies' man likes to hear
glide 'cross his cheek, foam on a wave
echoing promises made...
Forgotten midst summer Heat and
Fall's faded glory, these Winds return
in December, roaring words unkept and
teardrops wept, promises unremembered
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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