{wind}
all the poems you wrote,
all the words you spoke,
became gusts of wind,
that gathered momentum,
and then vanished.
–e.l. jayne
Poems & Prose
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
Poems & Prose 
Oh I love this!! Sad …. Yet in a way, liberating.💕💕
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Wind gusts spreads seeds anyway, even if the wind stops
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Spreading seeds which continue to grow over time
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