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words on the wind

Sunny days With a slight breeze, And the aura of summer Coming our way. I stood beside you, And glanced at you— At your chestnut eyes. An ideal time to speak, Those words that Quieted before they took form. I whispered them As you turned and walked away, And as my footsteps Filled the silence, The words were carried by the breeze. I wonder who the wind will give them to next.

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