Rustled Warnings
wind rustled thru the trees
and you were there,
suddenly you were there
smiling at me
wind rustled thru the trees
sounding, it seemed, a warning to flee
I nothing of the warnings cared
for were there smiling
you smiled, and reality
was meaningless to me
your shyness whispered chaos
to my mind & I was lost
Copyright 2005 njTare
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