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Jan 10, 2009
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The Wind
I first sense your presence
on the ridge tops of
the mountains that
surround my home.
Tree tops whisper your name
and branches tremble
as leaves eddy high
into the sky.
Then at last, I hear your voice
whispering down the
mountain side to thrill
the chimes on my front porch.
The wind.
— Debra Bryant, Jan 10, 2009
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Janice Pearce
17 years 5 months ago
The Wind
Debra Bryant
17 years 4 months ago
Janice,
Race_9togo
17 years 4 months ago
missed it
Debra Bryant
17 years 4 months ago
Thanks Jim,
Electric Blue
17 years 3 months ago
Wind
Debra Bryant
17 years 3 months ago
Blue,