what was it that the wind said?
what was it that the wind said when it
ran itself through your hair and
pressed its face against yours;
a foreground to the watercoloured sunset?
was it the poetry whispered by
lovestruck boys and girls
who kissed, forbidden,
in the clearings of enchanted forests?
or was it the hissing of embers
setting eachother's souls alight
in an **** of crackling fire wood?
was it the ***** chiming amongst
divine silence; only broken by
the tears of joy in a stained glass cathedral,
as she walked towards you in her wedding gown?
or was it the morning rain
as you woke up to an empty bed
with the lingering scent
she left the night before?
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
what was it that the wind said?
what was it that the wind said when it
ran itself through your hair and
pressed its face against yours;
a foreground to the watercoloured sunset?
was it the poetry whispered by
lovestruck boys and girls
who kissed, forbidden,
in the clearings of enchanted forests?
or was it the hissing of embers
setting eachother's souls alight
in an **** of crackling fire wood?
was it the ***** chiming amongst
divine silence; only broken by
the tears of joy in a stained glass cathedral,
as she walked towards you in her wedding gown?
or was it the morning rain
as you woke up to an empty bed
with the lingering scent
she left the night before?
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