Changes
To a gentler wind, i am called-
To Another Day, Another Way-
Taken by the gales arms-
Arriving at my calling, i pray...
Where the grasses, emerald glow, radiates-
Where the turquoise skines, just shine-
Where distant drum beats, have bid adieu-
Where bonds, are now, broken lines...
I sit by a babbling brook-
Starting o'er, i am again-
Unsure yet, if this is where, i belong-
But, i am now bathing, in much gentler winds!
Brenda's Challenge
Another Day Another Way
By Theodora Onken
© 2008 Theodora Onken
(All rights reserved)
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