poem of the wind

Archibald
Jun 19, 2021

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Photo by Robson Hatsukami Morgan on Unsplash

the waves shake my soul

my shadow has no goal

do you see the sun

as fierce as a gun

a trumpet blows loud in my head

my body lies so still in bed

for I am yours and you are mine

as long as our fingers intertwine

a silent breeze or a gusty wind

you shall not be left behind

A r [ h !

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