The Wind | Teen Ink

The Wind

July 19, 2017
By Anonymous

A force with the strength to buckle my knees;
A low whisper breathing tendrils of warmth deep into chilled bones;
A gust rushing past that I yearn to feel again;
A gentle hand that runs through soft hair in daydreams;
A nearly invisible presence that spins the world around, stirs up the autumn leaves within the soul, and melts the frozen heart into the promise of spring.


The author's comments:

A terrible crush I have on a shy guy from a small town in rural Colorado inspired this piece.


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