Wind Friend

by damion   Jan 19, 2007


Out she reaches touching this darkened soil of an aged earth.
Soft hair and tender eyes she walks this path to its very end.
Colours reaching from a gentle wind giving life's beauty a natural worth.
Slowly bowing, rising, turning, from this smile it sent my friend.

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*** kenroy Rhoden ***

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  • 17 years ago

    by Good Enough

    I totally love this poem