Thursday, November 19, 2015
in this wind i miss you
in this wind
the fingers of god
unfold the sky
out of blue
through the rustle
and kisses of leaves
i can smile
but could cry
my spirit
follows the wind,
my heart
follows you
my dreams
rise from your eyes,
sink into the breath of horses,
the scent of freshly cut grass,
and into this salty breeze
from a sea
which is now
so far away
it is better
to follow the signs,
they said:
go out and walk
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