Wind Upon Your Hair
Breeze plays music upon your hair
Blowing it with a gentle wind,
I hear each strand that winds its tune
Of past, once you left behind.
If I could with my fingers play
Upon each strand, changing the tune:
Would be music pleasing to the ear
Like a piano in a distant empty saloon.
It would tell a story true
Different from the past,
When skies bright and blue
Happier times to last.
Let music bring a smile back
Upon your face again,
Forgetting all life’s travails
That caused you mental strain.
Live your life as best you can
With joy and laughter in the wind
Let no one steal away your joy
Nor your eyes fade its glint.
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