• Tricia D. Wagner

On Night Winds Winging #11

Made was heart for lover’s hands;

left lone it sweeps as desert sands.

Relief runs scarce, the waters deep

low in the Earth in time’s slow keep.

But patient living moments each

for their own sake hearts finally reach

the shore where winds rise into waves

and bear the heart to love’s embrace.

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