Wind That Blew
Once I talked to the wind that blew
Ignoring me, like a free bird it flew.
If the wind ever saw me I've no clue,
Surely it didn't appear in my view.
Softly then a breeze came through,
Could it be the wind I just spoke to?
Swirling, whirling, it whispered too
Hinting of romance scripted for two.
When dawn shined on morning dew
Amber desires on horizon it drew
In golden emotions on panoramic hue--
A portrait of love that beckoned you.
Beneath the canopy of cobalt blue
Roses bloomed, smiling as you do
Cheering your arrival, lilting to woo--
Wind that blew was dream come true.
June 27, 2019
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