Whistling wind

Posted: March 21, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Between shattered glasses walked, no place
to hide, for you tossed me everywhere.
Furiously, you raged, stinging like bees,
pebbles, dust thrown into my face.Your speed
left me sighing, gazing, beat upon as if am
not someone’s child.

Babbling, twisted poles, branches, leafs falling,
babies crying, so many pain in my father’s eyes,
as you the old age violinist dance and sing, the wind.

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Speak at will, you control the game all the time.
Definitely your side I will stay, however mad. No
one knows the way of you, often driven by your
stateless sound. All I can tell, the effects is
everywhere, even bring tries from welling eyes.

O wind! you are a special kind, dust on your tail
charting the universe, eternity past, eternity
present, full with the antis of your virtuosic self.
I like you, not that it can be otherwise, life
without you cannot be imaging, the appealing, virtuous whistling wind


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