Wind.

Moving in the wind
secrets of yesterday
lovers dreams, of tomorrow
through out time.
Rising and falling.
To the death of it all.
On the wind.

by Roy Storey

Comments (3)

I often when reading poems imagine images...this one brought up the Highlands of Scotland...the hills, loch, the wind, the winters... Niki
Thoughts hopes and dreams riding on the wind - nice ideas Roy and simply stated. Good one. Kind regards, Justine.
Nice poem, Roy! I think I'll add it to my favorite's list! Best, Debora