Old Hypocrite The Wind... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

such power, such anger of the wind
an unexpected, sudden.

it blew trees over on roads
traffic hold - ups and it is blowing, is teasing

a villain isn't asking about the agreement
and for nobody it will put the candle

it will only pinch, into eyes it will pour
what will give with in order to permeate

and then it will die away pretending
innocent zefir which sometimes

likes for himself lightly to blow.