CRYING IN THE WIND
The clouds now... clear
The misty... fog
of passions sweet song
blows away leaving.
...the remnants
of a wild night...
Passions...loving...all given
to the winds...quiet moments...
The wind has... stopped...
The fog has ...cleared..
leaving dewdrops..
leaving the memories..of
a love once... cherished,now...
only a wet feeling...
on the fingertips
oozing the scent,,memories
haunting the soul
the breezes blow across
the land,sucking... up
the moist earth into
their open blusterry boiling
rushing ...currents of
refreshing life
all taken now...up to...
the highest places....
leaving the earth
laughing dancing only to... return
refreshed and renewed
wanting...yet another moment
searching for that ...simple
time
carrying with them
memories... of love
haunting...now howling
from somewhere across
the lonely.... prarie
the wind moans.....
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