wind gathers through my fingers

wind gathers through my fingers
i hear its ancient melody
as the river passes the shore
shaping the sand endlessly
each wave a breath
each ripple the stone’s gift
each moment slips away
with each rolling water lift
sunlight across my palm
day’s sweet stolen kiss
evening’s rapture through the leaves
moonlight’s bliss
wrapped in this blanket
between here and now
in this silence i breathe again
as the reeds along the river bow


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