Whispers in the wind
in swirled pastel secrets
swathed themselves around her
like strong arms gently
and she soft-smiled
at the word whisperer
in blue-eyed, lilting, lark-laughter
wrapped in pas de deux ribbons
and glance of sun-touch.
(21 April 2011)
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