Gone With The Wind

In between the emotions
And sadness,
She is gone with the wind.
She drifts somewhere in the middle
Of my imagination
And the little yellow teacup
I sip out of
In the morning.
She is gone with the wind.
She is like dew
On an Alabama summer morning.
Rare. Difficult to see,
Impossible to forget.





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