Bliss The Winds Poem by Fading Heart

Bliss The Winds



Blissing the winds
The kissing of things

Aborted trials of my fair dear pen
Listening to writing of fear of then
Planting the hold to give a plea
Maybe today I will hear your friend be
Alone is the mist and hovering the tree

Climb up to hear
Its me coming near
Holding to your fear
I will be words said
I`ll turn up dead

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