Wind Angels
What we are
is but a breeze
a brisk wind
blowing only
for a time through
a space
we gather about
the hawks wings
wistfully whistling
throughout
the evening air
a drift we wander
landing on nearby
ships setting sail
with the tides
we are missed
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2020
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