If she waits late at night
Hearing the wind,
It is to gather kindnesses
No world can offer.
She has drawn her hands away.
The wind plays andantes
Of lost hopes and regrets,—
And yet is kind.
Below the wind,
Waiting for morning
The hills lie curved and blent
As now her heart and mind.
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