Touch Of The Wind by Sarah Barsness
A lock of hair lifts off my shoulder.
Other curls follow,
Pushed by the autumn breeze.
It is a hand that gently caresses my cheek
And as quickly as it appears,
It is gone.
A lock of hair rests on my shoulder.
Other curls follow,
Pushed by the autumn breeze.
It is a hand that gently caresses my cheek
And as quickly as it appears,
It is gone.
A lock of hair rests on my shoulder.
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Just a short poem about the beauty of nature. I think it conveys a feeling of comfort and love.
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I am very new at this and therefore don't really know a vote from a critique. If I must phraze it in the form of a vote I vote Yes. adagio - ralph |
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Nice capture of a special moment.which we may share with you. - Scott |
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Good visual. Like it. - Todd |
