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Winds of Change

CYCLE IV: AIR  
 
I’ve stood on steps of coliseums, erect,  
Turned east to taste the cresting dawn’s assail.  
I have in would-be king’s and shaman’s spect  
Breathed air above my birth, behind the vale.  
I’ve talked the shit and sung my songs 'fore stars  
And drunks on fest’al stage and backroad dive.  
My nose has known both rose and comely spars,  
The scents of flower’s sex and lovers’ strive.  
Yet no perfume, though it’s divinely found,  
Nor scent that has increased my wanton girths,  
Affects me as her voice with words profound,  
That whisper-shouts my heart’s desires in verse.  
For poet and her poet’s way arrange,  
Bring song and love upon these winds of change.  
 
April 30 - NaPoWriMo 2017  
 
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 1st May 2017
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