in the quiet you were birthed, while winds from the desert to the east whistled through the canyons…palms shuddering, fronds bending toward the shore
you loved the wind, it seemed a part of you…the winds of a storm, of change, of cooling breezes and tumultuous uprooting
years later the winds returned, and we stood quietly by your side, willing you to live
and you did live, though tossed about as the winds returned…upsetting equilibrium and balance, changing the course we had set for our days
in the quiet you were released, and you became the wind
©️2024
It’s a stunning and beautiful poem and life.
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Thank you, Ray ❤️
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