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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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