Winnow the Wind
Soft as fine cobwebs adorning the vine.
Gentle as droplets that dew the roses.
Warm as the first taste of ruby red wine
Is love which once planted sturdily grows.
Harsh as the wind bending willow's branch.
Cold as the ice chilling mountain lake's flow.
Hard as the drought that dehydrates romance
Is wilted love coping where bitterness blows.
Winnow the wind, divide chaff from grain.
Discover pure gold, come love me again.
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