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Young Wind

Young wind Hardly noticed hiding in plain site Whispers across my face, disrupting concentration Playfully lifts a strand of hair and tries to own it But it’s merely a fledgling Wafting inside to find a lesser challenge It confronts the drapes that barely move with its passing With a small sigh The Young wind withdraws, Slips away Returning to the gusting storm Joining the effort to conceal The skeleton of the Summer sun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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