The love of the wind

in poetry •  7 years ago 

Meaningless discarded hours sing to me,
Stars are teared out of my hair like a silent poetry.
His hands like a tree,
that grows his flowers inside of me.
The roar of silence suddenly out of nowhere
took my breath away
and
My home became peacefull,
My lips kissed his,
Rough, Unceremoniously
The hands of fate hugged me.

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