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The Flow of Natural Conversation

Poem and photography by me

Today the wind spoke alone
And I listened, listened as she moaned
And the trees, reeds and the flower seeds
Didn't fight her wretched calls
But responded with gentle falls
And then in silence she was met
With still, obedient respect
They moved only by her seduction
In a salute to nature's instruction
Every call my heart could see
Sent a tear far beneath me
While every command was obeyed
Melancholy stayed
And in haste I returned indoors
To the the sanctuary of my four walls
Conversation will always expect
Submissive, hopeless respect.

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