Privation by Wattsnan_poetry

There was a moment, a connection
when the breeze whispered
your inner privation.

I stood silent and listened...

Its rustling stirred the smell of Jasmine
embedded in your dreams,
blowing through my fingers, wanting to take hold.


(C) Nancy Watts
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