Gnarls of brushing tall grasses and corpses of oak trees
Reduced her anger but not so much
For she had a faintest glow of enthusiasm
Made her yearn for respect to her born dignity
The heightened and generous perspective
Of the mysteries of the cold cold world
Forced her notice this key moment of her life
Melodies of flowers flowing smoothly like music from an old recording
The pall of sorrows now weighed less on her shoulders
Voice of the heart is wise like the sailor of a thousand journeys
It gave her an inexplicable exhilarating feeling
Experiencing the sensation of floaty clouds
The cold winds were filled with briefs of thirst
Inspiring a smile on her sweetened face
Unable to stifle her curiosity any longer,
She had a moment of tempest and of peace
Alert to the stories carried by the soft breeze…
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Aston kamunde 
“Alert to the stories carried by the soft breeze…” — i love that line and its truth. The wind does carry stories. 🙂
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The wind just like the sun and the rain have wonderful messages to give us hope and pour happiness to our lives. Thanks so much for visiting and for leaving a comment!
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You’re welcome and you’re right 🙂
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Your poems are so ethereal… I love “she had a moment of tempest and of peace”–a lovely juxtaposition. Moments are often both at the same time, hard to explain, but so true.
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Am so glad you enjoy reading my poetry and thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to enjoy my passion. Best regards!
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This Moment
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