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Your Voice Calls In The Wind

Poetry By: seven

Tags: Poetry

trees of pine, weight of snow, drink the breath of desire!

Submitted:Dec 25, 2006    Reads: 83    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I will wash my face,
In the morning breeze.

I will lay my cheek,
Upon your breast.

I will drink the breath,
Of your desire.

And, the clouds shall
Meet us, one by one.

I will fling your hair aside,
And taste your tender neck, once more.

Then, we will ride and
Ride it out together.

Till the rain is snow,
And, the night turns cold.

The way is long and alone,
But, we go.

It leads to where, trees of pine
That forever moans.

Weight of their snow,
But, we go.

Your voice that calls,
In the wind.

/ F /


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