Monday, April 29, 2013

Taste Of The Wind

A calloused heart
A hand – once smooth
A brush of cheek
A tear let loose……
The taste of salt – from the brine of years
Now on whispered lips – float fragile words – and fears
About the joys of green wood, from the cradle…..
To the sins now told, at the foot of the plot
When the taste of the wind…..
now changes.

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