secrets in the wind.

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SECRETS IN THE WIND

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SECRETS IN THE WIND.

when the sun hides behind the oak trees,
i rustle through burnt orange leaves.
i blow against shivering naked arms,
tangled between sticky fingertips.

i move through crowds, but do not shove.
hidden, but fallen trees cause loud screams.
the gasp of air you catch or the slams on your doorstep.
through blind eyes, i wander through restless nights.

i am the receiver of secrets.
the stutters between two distant lovers;
the final goodbye, the sudden disbelief.
temptation is an excuse; the weapon that kills.

when whispers caress the stiff sea breeze,
you dream of my featherily touch.
healing does not come in a storm,
but i refuse to stay and conform.

- jaclyn taylor {jtsworks}

this is an ~eh~ poem from my soph. year that required a persona. 

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