Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 35,967 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

C*taking Turns * - Poem by Is It Poetry

Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.

Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.

Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 11, 2008

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