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wind
i didnt mean to stare
when i noticed the wind
blowing in your hair.
i missed you so much
my fingertips run to touch
after my hug to you
my arms still ached blue
to coversation of love
still it beats as captive dove
our good bye was soft and kind
emotion ran intertwine
the tear fell from my cheek
as i watched you cross the street
knowing then and there
how much i love the wind in your hair
