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

You hold the grace of love.

I'd will the meaning of.

Heaven from above.

An inspired beauty.

I follow close .

To an everlasting life

I make a toast .

Tear stained dreams .

My life tore at the seams.

I am confused.

My heart has never felt so abused.

But I keep blowing on.

I've spent a lifetime searching for you.

From the falling of dusk

until the break of dawn .

Sadness of gray clouds

in a sky so blue.

Freedom is a curse.

A distant wish

In a genie's search.

To give to one

who has came undone.

But , I keep blowing on.

The desert wind

strong and pure .

True love at last

is my only cure.

Past miles of sun

and empty dry land .

I hope for a savior

to pull me from the sand.

Nights are cold

they drag too slow.

I reside

on the ground below.

So long.

I must keep blowing on.

Someday , someone will find me.

When the rights have turned out wrong .

But ,until my release

I travel on the wind .

And i ...keep blowing on .

Waiting for a new beginning.

Submitted: October 03, 2017

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