Copper Wind Born in patience, ever vigilant Strength slowly building within When the time was as ripe as the autumn orchard fruits the lady in waiting found her wings Flying high on the copper wind turning only once to look back as all memories faded into thin air Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – PoetryContinue reading “Copper Wind”
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