I Now Walk with the Windby Marge Tindal
I, with heady direction, walk into the wind sensing the all of me blowing about Outside in inside out I walk into the wind, in contemplation of doubt, that I may find the me I've been living without The inker of thoughts from this muddle of mind Where is the wind that used to be kind? Steadying my step, I turn, the wind now moves me in earnest yearn once more to find, the wind that knew me when the wind blew me gently from behind~ Ah, how easy now is my gait to find that the ink of contemplate has patiently waited for me to see the way is now easier, softer breezier I now walk with the wind~
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volume 11(6)This poem is copyright © 2007,
Marge Tindal, all rights reserved.
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