Reflection (Remove filter)
The Wind
On summer evenings with not much to do,
The wind blows, soft enough to hear my words.
I ask the wind to bring relief,
I ask the wind to feel my pain,
I ask the wind to understand.
But the wind does not reply.
Yet, deep in private moments,
The wind knows more than you or I.
Monday 15th July 2024 8:18 am
Recent Comments
Mike McPeek on Running With Dogs
7 hours ago
David RL Moore on Aubade-esque
7 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Aubade-esque
7 hours ago
David RL Moore on Aubade-esque
7 hours ago
David RL Moore on liberty
8 hours ago
Landi Cruz on liberty
8 hours ago
David RL Moore on Aubade-esque
12 hours ago
David RL Moore on liberty
14 hours ago
AirlogRigsMaria on Psycho
16 hours ago
Simon Zonenblick on Snail Shells - Similes
22 hours ago