the Wind and I

One night
   I felt the wind -
      as it brushed
         across my soul,
   and I remember times -
      from too long past
         that touched me 
      unto my soul,
   of times & things -
      that mark a soul
         which I'd rather forget;
      but the soul
         was touched...

And then 
   the Wind & I
      we sighed, together...
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