Earth's Breath

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


The wind, simple and secretive -

it blows, barely audible

across my skin.

I feel it sliding down my arms,

running through my fingers,

brushing my face.

Just as soon it fades,

to be replaced anew.

Gracing my fingertips

it slips through me,

a constant rush

assuring me,

that I am still here.

 


Submitted: June 25, 2022

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HOUDINI

Ahh The caress of the wind is ever so nice...

But when the wind is in a bad mood...look out!
you could end up in "not Kansas" anymore...

Sat, June 25th, 2022 12:14am

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