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With in her wind

Poetry By: Factxzrx


Submitted:Dec 23, 2007    Reads: 96    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Her tears a bustle as if licked from in a wrinkle.
Spirits could for if shown and when she had already known.
"Come along now."
The trance once said yet she seems convinced, her wind, Her stand now stood still.
Her meadow from how it's been clear.
She leans in,
Lifts her only thought from in its gasp in to a wind.
A swift lift, her push, a shove in to the darkest of winds and yet she is called once again,
"Hu." She said, letting the wind swallow it whole,
It bled,
It's cries and left alone as she was once yet again her bustled tears within each a wrinkle licked and spirits yet to be shown.


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