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Wayward Wind
 

 

`Neath a purple midnight veil
thunder echoes in the ravine
whirling winds whine and whine
creating awkward moving scene



Where the cluster hung with pride
in the garden `neath the vine
tangled with the stirring wind
leaving fruitful signs behind



A starry canopy breaks through
silencing the wayward wind
rapture of the twilight`s hues
settle on a lazy spring

By Rita

© 2012 Rita (All rights reserved)

 

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