The Valley Where the Wind was Born

In the valley where the wind was born

Your blood is my call

Your kiss a sweet sorrow

Your mercy my fall

From the bend in the river, I hear your soft cry

Born from crevices deep, from cliff sides on high

A moan there is too, smooth as flesh of the thigh

Heated and hungry

Saddened and sly

The moon up above shall guide me home soon

To the valley where the wind was born of earth’s womb.

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