Monday, November 9, 2009


As if the howling wind,
Knew of my only sin.
As if the dark night,
Knew of my only plight.
As if the cold morning air,
Knew of my longing to share.

My emotions are rare,
'Causing my ability to share,
To bellow from deep within my heart,
Wishing our togetherness never to part.
And it seems to me,
As if you knew,
The next direction
The wind blew. ©

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