Lost To The Wind

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A poem about aspirations and intentions

Lost to the Wind

  

So close tonight, the moon.

I could breathe it in,

swallow it, and with it

all those false promises.

  

Youth hangs a line,

attaches dreams

and sees them dangle

like paper tails on kites.

  

So close tonight. The moon

lights tattered dreams;

lets you count how many

were lost to the wind.

 

 

 

Tony Noon

 

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