I am wind.
Always in a hurry.
Rushing, running, screeching
around corners, without end.
Picking up the leaves, and
sending them on a spinning
adventure
in the sky.
I am endless,
racing to nowhere.
Wailing, crying, screaming.
Whisking on
and on.
Forever rushed,
forever late...
I am wind.
I hope you enjoyed that. I love writing poems, so you may see more in the future. I hope to see you soon. Au revoir!
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