WindA Poem by Patrick McCombs
I've been listening to the wind get caught up in the chimes
As I try and find the pulse of the times I try and turn my visions into substance And gauge the type of resistance That my attempts might receive I try and perceive The way the light passes right through the trees And the direction of the breeze Blows right through my ears Whispering to me all my fears © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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