I Am The Wind Poem by Maria Mitea
I Am The Wind
passing storm
leaving silent
bending branches
hitting darkness in your windows
I can sing like the mother's lullaby
howl like a wolf in the middle of the night
I can shake up dreamers in the sky
I am the wind
the crying
the braking
the singing
the barking
I am the fright of dry branches
"I am the fright of dry branches" great poem of nature and the serious nature of life!
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4/29/2024 1:15:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The wind blew my dry leaves around today and broke off a few branches!