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While the Wild Wind Whistled
Seeking solitude, through glass doors I ventured into the forest.
Led by a path of thickened brush.
At winter's end, temp' sixty strong, it made for a pleasant stroll, enhanced by the whistles of the mild wind
Captivated by the walls of flower and green scenery whilst inside, I stood motionless
With the leaves blowing in rhythm, and the whistling singing
"Like a candle in the wind" ...
I tilt my nog' to the earth beneath my feet
While standing on stone; I thought
I noticed it was a headstone with faded and dulled letters
"Mose and Mary- 1884" it read; I trust
With a chilled spine- I wondered...
Was it them, who whistled me here to their home
I sat for hours celebrating with them,
In rhythm with the leaves
While the wild wind whistled
"Their Anniversary"
I assumed
Copyright ©
Charles Messina
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