Fickle Wind

The colossal wind comes
Rapidly blowing freezing air
Like an ice storm
Every second increasing speed
Like a track runner with a couple feet before the finish
Slowing down, as quiet as sleep itself
All of a sudden the wind stops
Takes a rest waiting for the wind to return
The fierce wind comes and goes
The grand wind becomes a calm wind
The wind is fickle





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