The Wind & I, we Danced

I heard the wind, its path descend

As I did my little dance.

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How lovely to have that embrace upon my skin,

and envelop it, perchance.

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We circled in the field and spun a pirouette,

the gale whipped me into form, taking me, his coquette.

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We did cavort in harmony and romped around that old barn,

its planks did shake and loosen paint, once sturdy and not worn.

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But time could not erode the life of that season on the farm,

so, the farmer's daughter, (I) did succumb to the wind and to his charm.

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Now, I'm sure you have a story of the wind whose path you've crossed,

I hope you will recall a memory that lingers on the heart it has embossed.

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This poem is for Poppy's prompt # 5 and the words are: wind, descend, envelop, paint, and erode. Would love to read yours, too.

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