the wind tastes good
it's like lemonade
innocence
children planting pine trees
not fighting to be heard
but to keep this world alive
the wind tastes good
it glides with the sea of stars
winter
I should start to make a difference
the seed that was buried
it's its time to grow into something
beyond itself unhurried
the wind tastes like spring
it's coming unseen but never unfelt
run
the words good and faithful
are ones I'd like to hear when
I come face to face with my Maker but
what am I doing while I'm waiting?
purity is the fragrance of love
living in denial
holding on to wrong desires
rots the tree
robs its heart from a beautiful
melody
the wind tastes like July
it will change its course one day
notice
notice it changing
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