#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
meantime the wine come and go
like the waves I'm up and down
knowing my Lord waits for me
knowing with each swim
the his kingdom is nearest

My King is with me every moment
you show me with you I'm in peace
my velvet swing goes up and down
I feel the rain drops down over me
the thunder shines the wood
but I'm sure this tree is strong
because my King planted it

I'm thrust in you my Lord
since you told me I'm with you
meantime the wind carries rhe words
your word is forever inside me.

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