Wind
Nov 7 · 1 min read
Fall’s whisper…

The wind dances over my skin
Like a gentle arpeggio.
Invisible fingers,
Playing the scales,
Trying to find its way
Between the eaves of trees.
Fall’s whisper…

The wind dances over my skin
Like a gentle arpeggio.
Invisible fingers,
Playing the scales,
Trying to find its way
Between the eaves of trees.

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