Wind
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wind
took my hair
blowing and tangling it
and I was lost in a fluttering tempest
of butterflies swirling and twirling
the leaves danced
and the branches creaked
I was spinning, spinning
and I looked at wind
oh he was beautiful
violent at the moment
yet I had felt his gentle fingers in my hair
stroking
and he took my breath away . . .
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March 20, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/wind
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1239-238-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Strand Choice R
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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