Northern Breeze
I will let this cold northern wind blow through melet the gush of wind leave my neat hair in a twirling mess
I will close my eyes
listen to the rustling leaves
and let your voice haunt me
I will let my coat go
flapping into the wind
as you pull me into your arms
My heart will flow and hum
this healing, cold wind
you
the hottest cold kiss
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-09-25 at 00:09
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