where the winds touch true
by tanner brockwell
where the winds touch true
there in the dusk of blue
five petals show hue
a flower through and through
basked upon the shining dew
for hope and chance too
dreams are gifts most new
glances as a single clue
arrows as we only knew
the weathered winds that blew
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Stark Beauty in the Cold Wastes by Tanner Brockwell