Stolen By The Wind Poem by Heather Burns

Stolen By The Wind



In the distance.
the wind kept
howling,
someone calling
my name.

When drawing
near
I could not hear
your voice was
stolen by the
wind.

Friday, June 10, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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