It’s a cold wind blowing today
Plunge soaring wings into gravity’s eye
You remind me of the wind
Gales propel a howling voice
Everything groans
Droning gusts of force let fly
I need silence
Lashing, turning, twisting
The wind is howling brute force
Humble resistance failing
I hate the unpredictable wind
Felling the strong
I wish it would stop
A tremulous hush settles, look around
I need solitude
Trees, lines and limbs at a standstill
Nature, the evocative you
Silence falls to the ground
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