Waiting for the Wind
A love poem who waits for love
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1 min readAug 17, 2020
I’m waiting
for that mature wind
who makes my hands shiver
who transforms me
into the substance of my days.
I’m waiting
for that mature wind
who makes my hands shiver
who transforms me
into the substance of my days.
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