The Wind Doth Blow

A gentle breeze the wind doth blow

a voice whispers 'Let her go'

Fingers caress, the body aches

inside the heart doth break

Tears flow, a silent stream

the fragile mind starts to scream

Little by little the pieces fall

echoes resound off the wall

Gentle breezes ease thy pain

outside it starts to rain

Bodies quiver, shake with sorrow

yearning heats ahce for tomorrow

Thoughts are born into the night

carried away by birds in flight

All sounds stop, hearts start to mend

only to break once again

A gentle breeze the wind doth blow

a voice whispers 'Let her go'

Reviews

[John Morris]

I think this is very well written and a very clever little poem. Well done, keep writing and keep up the good work.