Written by: Lucinda Kerrigan
July 2, 2008
Copyrighted 2011
As the wind blew,
My soft curly brown hair,
Against my cheek,
I heard a whisper through the breeze revealing;
happy thoughts to me.
I turned my head to feel,
Which way the wind was coming from;
Then, I saw a man walking down the street towards me.
As the man got closer,
I thought about you, dear.
Then, as the man crossed the street
And came into full view;
It was you, and I am glad it was...
It is nice to see you again.
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