Tuesday, 31 July 2012

The Wind Called Out My Name

"The Wind called out my name and tugged and pulled at the hem of my skirt, refusing to be ignored. 

Annoyed I turned on my heel,
 "What do you want?" rushed off my tongue "I'm very busy" 

The Wind sighed "You use to open your door to seek me, to smell me, to taste me. 
You use to loosen your hair free from your hair combs just to have my scent flow through it.
 But for some time now you've been lost to me, and to your own nature.  I've come to reclaim you."

"Thank you." was all I could say...

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