Here is a poem I made a year or so ago (2004?). It's called I am the Wind. I wrote it for a play which I also wrote.


I am the Wind


I am the wind rushing through your hair
I am the wind on a hot summers day
I am the wind cold on your neck
Like a thousand sharp needles I am the wind

I am the wind's breath cooling you off
I am the wind blowing you about
I am the wind, a terrible storm
Like a thousand sharp needles I am the wind

I am the wind singing a song
I am the wind rustling the trees
I am the wind, the spirit of the wind
Like a thousand sharp needles I am the wind

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