Winds of Change
Chimes sing soft to the morning
first breaths mist a pressing view
pains mixed in with the water
drowning out another thought of you
Lost memories waiting in silence
lain on the wishes of painted sands
gathered forth through baskets of truth
held tight in outstretched hands
Here, creatures float in freedom
blindfolds erase tables of time
flowers speak in scents of honey
winds blow gently and you're mine
So don't you let your tomorrow's linger
in darkened clouds of wonder's past
flee the pull of undue apprehension
and entrust her love to last
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