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The Wind In The Hills
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The wind in the hills
calls your name out to me.
I turn my head
knowing this cannot be.
It whispers, it sings,
it sighs deep and low.
I cannot escape it,
there's no where to go.
With each tiny breeze,
the pines whisper your name.
It tugs on my heart strings.
I can't play this game.
I know you have gone.
Returned, whence you came.
But that wind in the hills
still calls out your name.
SPRING-BOARD: see what You DO TO ME!??
I Am The Wind In The Hills
I came 'round the hill
like always I'd do.
I brushed on your cheeks,
your soft fur touched with dew.
I moaned ans I sighed,
I tried to tell you
my ineffable secrets
like always I'd do.
I paused in your hair,
I probed 'neath your clothes,
whispering: "Ancients are here,
come join our repose."
You went on your path,
wandering away;
I can't find my own;
come, inhale me, another day.
(trying hard to match
your essence in each line,
but not exceeding your meanings,
much, much deeper than mine.)
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !