in the heat of the scorching
in the glare of the blinding
I walked alone shivering
like a little leave quivering
…………………………………………………………………………
dear gentle wind
help me drift free
like a falling leave
take me away
bring me to a place
where I may find peace
calm and soothe me
with your caress
but I beg you please…
don’t leave me shivering…
don’t leave me cold…
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