Wind

the wind is sweeping past,
her gentle hands
smoothing my hair back
caressing my face
softly
slipping around my waist
like a fussing mother
comforting her child.
I feel loneliness
overtake my still form,
silently,
but the breeze seems
to envelope me suddenly
in a sweet embrace.
I smile and
as the drops kiss my forehead
despair gives way to hope.

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