The Wind


The wind
It seems a flighty thing
Pushing my hair
Whispering of scenes beyond the rooftops
There's a wisdom in its beckon
The wind has lived a thousand years
And still will live forever
I long to ask
How do you know how far to fly?
Not always welcome
Bearer of life
And destruction
Always a scent in its passing
A hint of the past
Of the distant horizon
Proof of what imagination conceives
The wind
A breath
A song of life

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