Emily’s house

Listen
what it’s whispering on your ear,
the wind.
Compose the deck of cards,
and I’ll tell you the past,
it’s water.
Ask for my hand,
and I’ll grab the edge of my dress.
We’ll dance together
wind dances with water.
We’ll create waves,
which cover the sun.


© W. Donovan

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