Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I am the Wind

I am the Wind

Tempests in time I,

Circling the deserts,

Like Urubu hunting,

Forcing new movement of sand.

Across these barren planes,

I force myself,

Carving lines, scarring earth,

Ripping at her flesh.

Over oceans so wide,

My face kisses foam,

Horses of wild response,

For my insistent urgings.

And in every season,

I am gentle, I am forceful,

Blowing sailors and travellers,

To all of earths corners.

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