In The Wind Poem by Wanda Lange

In The Wind



I felt your presents as the warm summer
sea air gently kissed my cheek--
I knew we never kissed, only touched,
never revealing our hearts true feelings.
Were we being meek?
Was that you, blowing in the wind,
Kissing my cheek?
Did our souls reveal our hearts true feelings?

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Wanda Lange

Wanda Lange

Tacoma, Washington
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