Trying To Catch The Wind Poem by Jon Chandler

Trying To Catch The Wind



With my hands raised above me
Preparing for an embrace
The zephyr wraps around me
Planting light kisses on my face
It comes and it goes without a destination
Nothing holding back,
No memories to constrain
It has no shape or form nothing does it lack
To catch the wind and to contain it
Is only a dream that men hold
For the wind is a free spirit

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