Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Spring Cleaning

The audible texture of wind, Captures me so.
With its brushing breeze
and whisping howl
my hand he'll sieze
and guiding me gently and leading me swiftly
to a thrusting unravel
of clarified soaring.
He captures me so, that audible texture Wind.

2 comments:

  1. Sooo cute! I like the imagery you can portray!

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  2. Aww, thanks! Do you have anything I can work on? I realize now that my 'it' should probably have been a 'he' but please don't be afraid to be harsh, I need some strong critism. It's not too childish is it?

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