The Wind Blows
A poem about the wind
Published in
Jul 5, 2022
When the wind blows
I want to fly with it
Like pollen
Like air
When the wind whistles
I want to sing with it
Like wild bees
Like bluejays
When the wind howls
I want to roar with it
Like black wolves
Like coyotes
When the wind dances
I want to turn turn
Like soaring ravens
Like bird formations
And when it is silent
I want to sit
Amongst its trees
And listen
To the silence of
Winds
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