Tepid Wind
Tepid wind that neither cools nor warms,
blowing with no destination.
Similarities abound
to my scattered mind's state.
Thoughts run here and there
with no passion,
or purpose:
with no
love.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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