by Unknown
Jul 2014 464 Views 12 comments
Wind
Rushing through the trees
I hear it
Like an angry locomotive...
Howling through the eaves
Like a wounded ghost...
So many feelings and characters
It shows
Then like a gentle lover
Whispering against my cheek
Caressing my bare shoulder,
Got no voice to speak
Blowing against my face
Don't ever think it's weak
Invisible strength, filling my space
This you should know....
Angry, happy,
Fast or slow
You cannot see it
But the wind always got something to show.
I hear it
Like an angry locomotive...
Howling through the eaves
Like a wounded ghost...
So many feelings and characters
It shows
Then like a gentle lover
Whispering against my cheek
Caressing my bare shoulder,
Got no voice to speak
Blowing against my face
Don't ever think it's weak
Invisible strength, filling my space
This you should know....
Angry, happy,
Fast or slow
You cannot see it
But the wind always got something to show.
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Comments (12)
Like a wounded ghost...
So many feelings and characters
It shows
I love the feel of the wind in my hair - it feels like a living thing touching - like you say - like a lover - soft, gentle, and wild. Enjoyed reading diana