Blue ribbon tangles in the wind
streamers of hair
pour out from her head.
Blue ripples expand
from her feet
swans swim in circles
gliding through
the cold blue waters.
Back and forth moves
a tire swing from a nearby tree,
the rope that attaches it
creaks with age.
In and out
the trees breathe,
stretching their arms
carefully towards the summer sky.
The wind carries her voice
across the still waters
listen she whispers,
listen as she speaks.
She tells of something lost
long ago,
more enchanted and
haunting
than the air that makes
her world come to life.
She cries for
a love that is
lost forever,
one that was just as fragile
as the wind.
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