Wind
In My Room,
I sit all alone,
my thoughts of tomorrow.
A decision of things to come
hanging on the imaginary cliff
I have created.
I am on the brink of an idea
when the wind outside catches my attention.
My thoughts have been disolved into
the night as the word wind brings a
song into my heart. I will never again
see the word as just a word.
It is a poem in itself.
Destined for great things with
the stroke of a pen.
My need for inspritation in the
sound of nature against my window.
I am proud to hear my Lord
Breathe gently in the night.
It's the sound of my future awakening
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