Friday, April 01, 2005

Simple wind

The air today is thick with memories
A thousand faces, places, dreams
With each breath
The chilly edge to the wind
Enough to make my brain shiver
And shake loose the past
The sweet smell seeps
into my pores
Tiny floodgates
Opening to the future
Drops of hope rushing past
Getting me wet
Soaking my skin
All moments contained in one
Whispering peace

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