Whispering Wind

The face disappears
In the wind it weaves
Like smoke rising  
From the embers  
Of the dying flame
Taunting it calls
Whispering your name
A memory of days gone by
Ethereal beauty  
Come back to me
The silence is deafening
In my cavernous heart
My fears ring in my ears
Like the whispering wind
Always taunting
Your name  
Upon its lips



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