Whispering Winds
I lay in my bed at night
And hear the winds, whisper my name,
I get up to look out the window
I think the Devil's come, to stake his claim.
I close my eyes gently
Hoping the nightmare would go away,
But, I feel the heat, of the Devil's playground
Brushing up against my face.
I tremble and scream out
But, there's no one to hear,
Never again, will I trust the wind
When it whispers in my ear.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.21/2006
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