The wind touched me,
Breezing my open palm,
Stretched out of the window;
Her soft and silky caress,
Enveloping my hand,
Kissing the digits gently,
Reaching the depths,
Of my cringed soul and,
Liberating trapped imagery,
Of my soul's wild creativity;
Bringing back Phantomic
Memories of a bygone era;
Unlacing knotted crevices
That hid insiduous passions;
Releasing obscure words
Full of intoxicating hope;
And breezed away in a
Drunken stupor spinning
Her invisible whirls;
In search of words from
Another versemaker!
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