The Wind 2 Poem by Phil Soar
The Wind 2
Delicate air on a breeze that has passed my way
Brushing up against me on its route
Like an orchestra of whispers traveling on the wind
Searching for an exit that will carry it away
As trees shake in the constant whirls of air
Their branches touch in a gentle embrace
As the wind increases speed and pace
Until the pattern takes it's dance elsewhere
And no-one else would know it had been there
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