Winds of Change
Winds of change tingle my mind..
Thoughts old and worn-out cast aside, and bring forth new, same, tranquil and purple.
Holy is the color of this violet hue that cascades across my inspiration.
Feelings just a blink of an eye can understand are tantalizing my mind.
Little tickles of versicolor envelop my brain now.
Wait no more for different, it comes.
Hold no more for chance, it's here.
Breathe in the possibility.
Heather Turner
Copyright © Heather Turner | Year Posted 2018
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