**of The Wind Poem by TheNameless Poet

**of The Wind



The wind controls the world. The
oceans the sand. The hairs on
my hand will stand up if a
chilling wind seeps through
my jacket. A packet of chips
can be carried across countries
because,
of the wind

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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Meant to be read in a poetry slam format
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