Her Wind In My Hair
The wind,
she blows where she whence...
where she wilt,
like a sea of ether,
like an unseen god she whispers,
and cries, and whistles,
and cools my face in summer haze;
She is always somewhere...
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017
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