for a touch, for a love with a forever kiss
though she knows its not something she will ever receive
still, she waits,
wishing upon billowy clouds
as sounds of rustling wheat
sings to her soul
while the breeze on her skin
becomes her lover
and at that moment she is filled
seeing the esssence of her own grace
with a feeling in her heart
that she won't be left behind
but yet guided to that which see seeks
© Dixie Dawn, All rights reserved.
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