THE SIGHING WIND
Lone sighs
The wind.
It remembers
Times
Gone by.
It dwells
Mostly
Along
The countryside
Where
It can
Run free
And
Wild.
The greats
Breathed
The air
Walking with
Thoughts
For company...
Theirs were
Lives
Of immense
Simplicity,
Intense creativity.
The wind
It recalls
Them.
Short-lived
Lives
Sometimes
Imprinted
In
Stories
And poetry.
Yes, mingle
With
The sighing
Wind
Are breaths
Of the
Forever
Living!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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