The WInd

January 25, 2012
By Anonymous

Wind soars across the sky like a torrent of birds, it runs through the streets knocking over mailboxes and fluttering papers about, it screams through the trees and freezes tears on my cheek, if only it would die down and my heart would sing, if the tears could fall into my palm before the wind blew them away, maybe I could be happy, but the wind, it just blows you away, not from pain, but from the sanity of life, being strung over a cliff would be the worst of all, it wouldn’t lift you away and make everything thing okay, it would drop down, to the depths, knock you off a chair, and put sand in your eyes, but who do you blame?

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