The wind is delicate on the northern sea
the breeze
ripples through
disrupting peace.
I feel a brush of wind
push my hair beyond my eyes
clearing my vision from
strips of gold,
stuck to my cheeks
with the drops of sea water that
drips from my eyes.
The wind dries my tears
brushes back my hair
and whispers gently to me
something no one else can hear
something I know is real.
~M.I. Perrins
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