She loved living
with the wind
Her feet on the ground
and her head in the clouds
The wind took her
by the hand and
she followed
Like a kite
not meant to be
earthbound
She bestowed her love
with abandon
but her attentions
were brief
For the wind
would call to her
Yet, like a fragrance
you can't quite name...
for a few,
she lingered
For those,
she left longing
in the night
never to be forgotten
And those few
whispered her name
Seeking the girl
living with the windCopyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*Inspired by the poem by Charles Lindholm "She Had a Gypsy Heart"
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“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.”
— Muhammad Ali
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He smiles
to himself
remembering the
moments shared
his smile reflects
a lifetime
of laughter & tears
pleasure and pain
his skin remembers
her touch
his soul remembers
her love
although she's gone
nothing
can take away
the reason
for his smile
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson *Thank you Chuck, for the seedlings! Image by Mansour Obaidi from Pixabay
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