Morning Wind

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Stopping for a moment, and watching the wind

Ruffle the swaying trees, mirroring

(my flowing heart) those dreams of mind,

Resurfaced memories and hopes, unrelenting.

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Only, only then,

When the wind shatters

With those broken shards of colour,

Dragging precious but false hopes

Away into the sky,

Beyond reach.

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April 23, 2006

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