On Edge – August 1, 2019

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry August 3, 2019 1 Minute

Breeze, blow.

Wind, pick up.

Feeling you running past my skin,

Makes my hair stand on edge.

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Published August 3, 2019

bigskybuckeye says:

August 4, 2019 at 9:38 am

Hmm, what would we feel without the wind in our hair.

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1. Doree says:
  
  August 4, 2019 at 12:54 pm
  
  It’s the best :)!
  
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