Poetry

I am here

Like wind

trying to find

a kite to dance with

moving

whoooooo, whooooo, whooooo,

silencing you

wind blowing through

you cannot touch me

yet you can feel me

see my presence

as the leaves wave

as I pass by

I am here

like rain

to thirsty soil

soothe the cracks of pain

shown on its surface

over and over again

seeping through

moisturizing it

cooling its aching heat

and giving life.

© P.A.W. 2012

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