Wind by Marguerite Guzman Bouvard

Swishing through pines like the steady crash
Of waterfalls

Fraying a dense bank of clouds

Hurling me into the vastness
of someone’s heart

Wafting the scent of Lindens
from Sennosechia

A loom that is never stilled

A flock of leaves singing

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