The Wind


I heard it in the distance
I heard it coming
No, not it I heard
The trees I heard

They captured its voice and carried it to me
Its voice grew loud, and I knew it was near
The walls of my room felt it first, but they were strong
It crept around the corner to my window

From my bed, I felt it sigh
Like a flickering flame, it touched my skin
It was cool and inviting, I waited for more
I heard it breathe, deeply, and then it was here
It blew across me, strong and steady, calling me to follow

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