A small wind
Arises from
The land...
Beyond.
Scorching heat
Scorching faces
Lips dry
As the twigs
Fallen...
A swell a tide
A smile that
Melts the heart
Into thousand
And one.
The change
Hath arisen
The wetness
Within...
Had begun.
SoulPoet
Winds of change - A small poem
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