Wind

 

She always loved the wind…

Breathing life into her.

Touching her skin.

Soothing her mind.

 

The wind

Tickling the leaves…

Strumming her imagination

Like wispy fingers

Against her cheek.

Calming, cooling,

Emptying her mind

If only

for a moment.

 

The whisper of the wind

Softening the cadence

Of hours passing.

Keeping her in the rhythm

Of mother earth and

Herself.

 

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