Life Through Words
"...There may never be another opportunity For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Winded
The wind
The roaring wind
An oceanic wind outside my window.
Bending limbs with its might--
Attacking the buds of infant flowers.
It's true, dearest tempest,
That I love thee.
Delve
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