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wind row

Posted to Action Poetry

i hear it coming singing
through the open window
over the tops of trees
green leaves bursting death
in every corner
comes the wind
close your eyes
feel the April breeze
the evening wind
shafts of the sunlight's end
slipping away
last of a Thursday's breath
somewhere miles away
night steals across the ocean
tossing a blanket over the trees
dark descends
and we dream our lives away