The Wind Poem by Vincent Silvertop

The Wind

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Are we gazing at each other in vain.

My heart is throbing still.

In the pity of grief..

/does your sea still bathe me.

/Sailing in the wind.

To another land.

Or shipwrecked on a rock of solitude.

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