Constance La France Poet Narrative

Oh, Wind My Love

          I am wandering the wilderness of life searching,
   'tortured by the taste of touch' and desire,
I feel the heart and pulse of the forest,
    the cadence, the rise and fall, the music of Wind
through the trees-   he is whispering and calling my name,
          as leaves and flower petals dance and twirl-
   Oh, Wind, my love-  I have hungered for your caress.

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Constance La France September 26, 2026 at 4:30 PM Can you feel the soul of WIND : Can you hear him whispering, my name ~ Eric Warr September 27, 2026 at 12:45 AM Poetic and other 'whatever' words aside - I just miss you. How are you doing? I'm returning soon with old and new words, but I can't get you out of my head and I don't care who knows. I just very much miss you Eric Warr September 26, 2026 at 11:26 PM I miss your gentle wind and it always caries your name, caressing the hairs of my skin. Lovely poem