Barbara R Maxwell

A summer wind quickly whips through the air and the trees

Lightning dabbles the sky like a quick paint brush stroke

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When we are away or leave

We hunger for the scent of home

We wish for something familiar

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Sometimes we get lost in the wind

When a large gust blows

Our spirit gets caught and taken away

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Sometimes we get lost in the wind

When a large gust blows

Our spirit gets caught and taken away

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The sun is almost gone for the day

It is that time before nightfall and daytime

The in between

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The sun is almost gone for the day

It is that time before nightfall and daytime

The in between

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Every few months

She disappears

She hides

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Every few months

She disappears

She hides

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Every few months

She disappears

She hides

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Hot heavy air fills the sky

No breeze to feel

Wind chimes silent in the wind

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