Poetry · Writing

Blue Wind

Believe that it’s our time

waiting on a Blue wind.

Fleeting birds leave the branches

wanting–daunting breeze left.

The song is playing–one note at a

time in autumn will change the station

where are you-where are you

going and it’s gone.

singing trees and melt the blue wind

the wind will crush the leaves

and crumble will finish the song.

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