Whispers The Wind - Poem by Juan Olivarez
The wind whispered to me,
A bitter sweet melody.
About a love that would be mine,
But that would soon leave me behind.
One day in May she came to me,
Like an April shower warm and free.
And brightened up my somber days,
Like the morning sun, with golden rays.
Eight months by my side she did abide,
And filled my days and nights with glee.
But like a ship foundering in the tide,
In December she took her leave of me.
I went to visit her today,
And brought her flowers in the rain.
My heart remained there where she lays,
And the wind whispered to me her name.
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