Be like the wind as it
Flutters past my ears,
It is not the wind i desire
Nor the wind i fear
Be like the wind
A messenger that whispers your tears,
as they trickle over our hearts
Like the world that is born anew,
Your rains waters all.
Even the deserts covet your mercy.
Moist hope,
Buried beneath our parched hearts.
Be like the wind
And free us from our bondage.
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2 comments:
"Moist hope"...I love that..where do you get your words from?..
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:)
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