What Wind Choose To Tell Me Poem by Drunken Mystic

What Wind Choose To Tell Me



I was standing on a seashore
dwelling in the mysteries of mankind.
Taking pity on my nescience
wind choose to whisper some wisdom in my ears.
Then I was too busy playing with the tides.
So he murmured it to the seashells that I picked
hoping that one day I put them close to my ears.

Sunday, February 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: secret,wind
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