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Sep 2013
See how the wind loves me
it caresses my face with gentle fingers
lifting and playing with my hair
whispering sweet poetry in my ears

The earth too loves me
calling me to come down
and embrace in final ecstasy
but not today
I turn and walk away
Eileen Prunster
Written by
Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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