Written On The Wind
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When life leaves me feeling all alone
and abandoned to my thoughts;
I listen to the leaves rustling in the trees
chatting with each passing breeze,
discussing what's written on the wind.
Inscribed with invisible yet vivid inks
of hopes, dreams, and loves won and lost;
silent secrets and frustrations are aired.
These subliminal notes remind my heart and soul
I'm alive, aware, and conscious
of my surroundings; the author of my destiny.
Nothing is preordained; in reality
life starts as a blank page in an empty book,
waiting for free will to fill in the lines,
drafted from the plethora of notes
time's pinned to the wind.
And when my life ends,
death will erase all but the wind.
A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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