Sirocco stirring
Sands of time,
Diablo melting
Mind,
Mistral chilling,
Vaping life,
Winds of fame
That blind.
Give me winds
That sweep from sea
Or rush
Down mountain pass,
That charge, invigorate,
Clear all inside,
Billow through,
Enlarge.
Or gentle breeze,
A breath so fine,
Whispering through my
Hair,
Gentle caress
Of tenderness
From lips that
Breathe your air.
Always beautiful and inspiring!!!!
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Thank you. So much.
I’ve been on a political rant for a couple of days. I always need a wee romantic fix afterwards. 😉
Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂 x
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you bring it directly to my skin
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Thank you. That is a great compliment. x
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Could really feel that one. Great post.
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Thank you, Richard. I’m glad it had that effect. I like to imagine myself by the ocean or the mountains sometimes. I can feel them too just by closing my eyes and remembering. x
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I know exactly what you mean. I love the mountains.
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Glencoe on a blustery day with dark clouds overhead and a haunting ambience. Love it. Love the sunshine too right enough. But maybe not so poetic. 😉 x
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Didn’t sound bad to me. I like Aviemore.
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I had horrific nightmares in Aviemore a long time ago. Whole other story. So my memories of it aren’t particularly pleasant. Still a beautiful part though. 🙂 x
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That’s not good!!!!
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I’m with Eddie Izzard on some aspects of life. ‘It’s a bygone.’ 😉 x
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beautiful, thank you.
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Loved and your closing four lines … *sigh* 🙂 x
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