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Todays topic : wind

felt in the bones
exposed like a wound
cutting thru all that I am
unseen by eyes
but heard like a tune
a freeway of clouds above my head

I watch the wind move through the trees
It lifts and carrys off there leaves
Pigs can fly if it's just right
In march I like to fly my kite
The cool breeze floats in on its tail
At night it seems to make a wail
The wind that brought me here is gone
It left me here to carry on

wind

wind is like your faith
you can't see it but feel it
let it carry you