Her very special friends
Called her to come listen
To tales of where they’d been
So off she went
Her blanket on the ground
She sat beneath the trees
Her chin upon her knees
Deep in the woods
The stories she enjoyed
Stirring her eager heart
And she chose to depart
To join the wind
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
So she became the wind. Stupendous. I like this. Yes! Thanks.
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Oh, thank you! Yes, she became the wind! ❤
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A happy end
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Very much so!
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Lovely! 💕🙂
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Thank you, so much, Harmony! 🙂
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