If I’m not the one, then who am I?
The empty wind sighed and gusted by alone.
No leaf danced in its blow.
No lock of hair fluttered free from its bow.
Crickets chirped on below.
No one knows who am I
except the retreating wind
and he’s silent as a winter morn.
for Monday Morning Melts hosted by Jade and Rosema.
Oh wow, Mel! This is stunning! Lovely job ❤
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Thank you! It just coalesced when I read some of the Monday Melts 🙂
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Stunning image…..Super poem! Hugs! ❤
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Thank you 🙂
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Hugs! ❤
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Oh my! My ears are pricking with curiosity!
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Thank you 🙂
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oooh. indeed intriguing. so delicately done!
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Thank you 🙂
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you’re welcome dear! ❤
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Intriguing!!!
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Thank you 🙂
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See this is amazing! You can do it. 😊
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Thank you! I wrote this after I commented on yours, so truly, thank you!
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You’re very welcome! 😊
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🙂
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