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Welcome The Wind

only a wind comes now

welcome the wind

to blow itself
off silent lands
sweeping through
the sins
and harm
now done,

Welcome the wind.

M ~

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Jim "The Lad" ....

someone has to make a choice to shake them off first! really cool write Marion!...................................................................Jim

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Being Me

The wind can also blow the cobwebs away!Β  How are you, Marion? your words never fail to reach deep places within heart and soul x

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Marion

I imagine the wind, roaming across our dead world...just like it does on Mars.
This image comforts me when I worry about the price of bread πŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜† x

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N.J. Tomcatx

Excellent! A beautiful, eloquent, tightly written, deep poem that expresses a lot in ~25 words.

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Marion

Thanks so much NJ x

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Neville

Β a sobering thought indeed but otherwise a delightful little un our Marion x

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Marion

Just a matter of time really...hopefully we won't be around to see it...scrap that...stupid comment...nobody will.
thanks Nev, sorry for late reply X

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Marion

Yes...exactly...a sigh if relief no doubt.
Thanks John...sorry for late reply x

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Shaun Cronick

Marion, hope St David's Day went well for you, whatever way the wind deems.
Hope all is well and Hugs to you.
Welsh hugs..the best :) xx

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