Forgotten
Around me are whispers in the wind,
Promises for another time and day;
Sunlight slips around my shoulder,
Warmth, feeling its way.
Will I know the time of wind,
Or let it slip right through my hands?
Promises forgotten, misplaced,
Buried beneath the blowing sands.
©2014, Carla Phelps Wert
Copyright © Carla Phelps Wert | Year Posted 2014
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