Distant winds

A whistling breeze

Chills the skin in the cold of night,

As they gather from distant lands

And caress your skin.
So gentle

As to keep you entranced

As the starry night sky

Shimmers above you.
Softly the leaves rustle again

Startling the hooting owl

As a chill runs down your spine

As the icy breeze blows again.
Distant winds

Gathered at your feet.

Cold yet sweet,

As a sweet good nights kiss.


Author: Poetically

There is more to life than many people notice, but alot never see it. I aim to notice them and I want to find the words for them. I wish to have the world see its true beauty, even if the situations are grim.

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