The Wind

our days aren’t like the wind
for we dance
and hold hands
unaware of the spaces untouched

he talks in his soul-ful way
beards bristling in the silence
lips dark and unloving
our days aren’t like the wind

which always holds the birds afloat
sometimes we sink
sometimes we soar
as we dance

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