Frodo's Notebook

The Wind

I felt the wind on my lips, and I remembered you.
The cool softness, the burning from inside.
The mood so right, the passion so intense.
Then the breeze settled, and I was left
with the same emptiness that you, too, left.
But this time, the tears did fall, and my heart did break.
One last memory,
one last dance,
one last kiss,
Now it is over.

Laura Marie Johnson

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