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cooler now
the eastern wind
has come to blow me home –
with memory of forever
I was born
returning
as the falling snow
sticking to the branches –
winter white remembered me
from where I laid to rest
another time –
a sweeter soul
no different for the dying
let me sleep
and seal these words within
the place I was
committed as a softer glow
of setting –
dream me there
of circumstance
and bring my winds
to sing
. . .
PapaBear said:
That time will come all too soon for all of us…, and I’m in no hurry !!! ………..xo
Jane Sturgeon said:
Winds to sing and light to play. ❤ xX
grandfathersky said:
… and waking leave no thought of where we wandered …