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Unsuspecting Soul
The radio serves to fool the soul
Tags along with favorite song
Alone to it’s self
It doesn’t know
It is dying
As the wind outside howls out her name
Sings its song with passion
The earth seems to gravitate with a certain
Sadness of watching this story
However bold or bitter…unfold
He wonders if only he
Has prayed, the wind to stop
In vain, he realizes he has not complete control
As the radio plays, the wind speaks to him again
Serenades the lonely soul without warning…or mercy
The innocence of the bystanding heart
Unsure which way it should go
Captures the essence of uncertainty
Trying in vain to shelter what remains
To no avail…it too… is dying
Willow the Wisp, into the mist of morn
He will beckon for an end to this wind
Still, the wind will once again sing to him
The song he has come to forlorn
He will let emotions go, in uncanny timely manner
For the time is near, there will be no fear
Soon the heart and soul will join this song
Sing in harmony…and then the song will end
Lest you listen closely, as the wind will begin to sing again
To another…unsuspecting soul
Copyright © -2001 Dennis Hicks
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