A Whisper in the Wind

Under her bare feet
the earth felt cold,
and the birdsongs
from a desert sky
fell cool and crisp,
dewdrops soaking her
to the bones,
awakening in her
the song of ancient mist,
welling up in her heart
and flowing,
a prayer at dawn,
a silent breath pulsing
with a sea of autumn leaves,
crimson poems
swept by the dancing wind
and carried on an endless journey


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