The wind blows
Carrying a piece
Of my soul
Wandering from
Pebble to pebble
Never truly
Finding its
Rightful place.
As I stand
On the outside
Watching where
It flutters
My heart
Reaches out
Trying to
Grasp one granule
But missing
Every time.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
07/30/2016
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