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I am searching
For that special
Place like the
Breath of
Wind over
Terrain
Gently
Blades of
Grass move
Touched by only
A hint of pressure
Searching then
Finding a long
Slow breeze
Until that
First
Drop of
Moisture
And another
Till rivulets flow
Moisture descends
Each touch a kiss
Until the storm
Passes then
Time allows
A search
In silence as
We listen for our
Hearts to slow
At rest after
Until again
Happy to
Be one
For awhile.