In the Wind
Through the wind
the smell of oak
hits my nose
as the wood
whispers it's secrets
it's branches sway
and the leaves
rustle their complaint
as i listen to the wind
it' not the only one
that tell secrets
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2017
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