The Hands Of The Wing Poem by Sasho Ognenovski

The Hands Of The Wing

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Cuddle my look,
O, hands of the wind
Beat me off to the black forest
Never to come back.

Torn off my smile
Never to get back to me.

Roll up my head,
Get it mad, never stopping.

Efface my tears,
Do something, do something,
You, hands of the wind.

Monday, July 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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