by Jackie
The wind moves across my mind
Thoughts in time
Begin to rhyme.
Letters form
with words I mourn,
my mood a jumble born--
from this commotion.
Suddenly,
Comes released emotion.
Expressions of sorrow
from the ages I borrow
calms my confused mind;
peace I find.
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