Lost in the Wind 

A quiet Word,

Lost in the Wind.

A Heartfelt thought,

Whispered again.

The gifted Word,

No minor thing,

We hope we’re heard,

If not, it stings.

I cannot speak

Of my own skill.

Nor will I break,

If you don’t feel.

But, listen close,

If you do care,

Those words I chose,

With warmth, were shared.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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