The warm wind tugs at my heart like a lover returning
But in this sorrow is a neon joy shining brighter than everything I’ve ever seen
It reminds me of you
Tussling my hair
Moving toward my destination
Hoping I’ll return to its embrace
How lovely the wind feels, curling in the spaces my fingers make
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
The warm wind tugs at my heart like a lover returning
But in this sorrow is a neon joy shining brighter than everything I’ve ever seen
It reminds me of you
Tussling my hair
Moving toward my destination
Hoping I’ll return to its embrace
How lovely the wind feels, curling in the spaces my fingers make
I took a half mile walk and the wind started blowing and I felt like writing about it
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