The Wind


The wind sweeps across the desert
Slowly stirring the sands of time
Making signs of life visible
In a dark and barren shore
Breathing a will to struggle forward
In a life that simply existed

The scars are there for all to see
As the wind sweeps the sand
In it’s graceful attempt
To heal this place
And bring emotion back once again
In a life that simply existed

Your breath is the wind to me
To stir the blood in my veins
Making life possible
In the darkness of my heart
A yearning to reach out
In a life that simply existed

The scars have grown dim
Your words like gentle fingers
Slowly caressing, healing
Making my heart full
Full of love once again
In a life that simply existed

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very very nice num... i wouldnt consider that an attempt... it is closer to a masterpiece...