A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, November 11, 2012
I feel the wind at my back,
Pushing me forward
And on into the night.
Guide me to bed, wind;
Buffet me to safety.
On this lonely starry night
I can pretend your force
Is arms leading me onward
As I dance alone through the dark.
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