The Wind and Her
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Sitting here between sheets of glass I move freely
clothed by the gloaming of a beautiful morning
I am a nonreflective wind in motion this moment
washing over her with pink taffeta clouds watching
the scene below, it's as if this birth that will be
a yawning yore soon is the only art in her eyes,
that truly matters.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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