Wednesday, 21 March 2012

The Wind

The whispering wind speaks in my ear.
             Beckoning tendrils dry my tears.
The howling gale pushes me onward.
             Into the world it gently lured.

"Flow with life," is quietly whispers
             "Be strong, my sweet one," it purrs
"Do what you can," it drives me up a hill
               "You've done it!" it's suddenly still.

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