Eilena Sharpe

The Wind Blows

The wind blows
swirling her hair around

it sticks to her tear streaked face
she did not want to go
but now its to late

she watches the people hurry
into there houses as the storm hits

rain pours through her
she sighs as the wind picks up
saying goodbye to the family
she loved so dear
she lets go of her fear with the rest of her tears
then disappears into the wind...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 9, 2011

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