Day 31: A Soft Song to Strong Winds

Day 31: A Soft Song to Strong Winds


 

Come play upon my cheek,

chill my fingers,
fill my ear.

Carry the scent of tomorrow to me (and swear).

Promise.

Promise.

 

Urge the mill, and ache the tree,
bend the wheat, but please,

please,

just dance with me.

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