On a Windy Love AffairA Poem by Alfred Kukitzlove in the windOn a Windy Love Affair Winds blowing on a Saturday afternoon You keep a secret well hidden my intuition senses a hidden agenda we pass by the local park enjoying the trees swaying its language grows louder suddenly I am inside your dream I find the secret that I didn’t know curtailing my thoughts just as the wind blows we gathered ourselves on a tabernacle of the wind’s choir swept from our senses we gathered round each other finding the love deep within ourselves. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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