THE WIND BLOWS…

THE WIND BLOWS… Wind gusts, it blows across, The space of you, where you belong. Only a moment in time, forever; Brief, yet powerful, its presence made, As it brushes against the skin, Whilst at the same time it skims the leaves, Making bristling amongst the trees. The ears they catch the sounds it makes. … Continue reading THE WIND BLOWS…

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