Sunday, April 17, 2016

Natl Poetry Month, Day 15, The Wind's Caress

The Wind’s Caress
 I close my eyes amid summer day; she rushes to greet me, caressing my body, my hair, my face with cool long fingers. Suggestive thoughts through her windy whispers entice my spirit to join her in lofty plains as we dance entwined on rapture heights.With a gentle kiss, I open my eyes, she’s gone.                                           

©Wayne Adam

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