across the adolescent spring
the wind blankets the lands
back and foward
cautiously strolling along
hand in hand
forevers worth of peaceful wits time
the wind graces you with her long silky kiss
Let comfort be subtle
Be subtle, comfort
such a reward that my dearest deserves
my love, thy love, wind
have no fear of thee
thy love tis all i need
my wind so crisp destiny
bring me foward
all your good fortune and will
my beautiful love, wind
j.v.boyd
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