The Wind

The Wind short poem

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Oh, the wind
flowing like thoughts
fast yet calm
fluttering leaves,through
hot searing deserts
and cold dreaded mountains,
through spring as sweet as
happy memories.
it leaves nothing untouched
and nothing can contain it .
Sure no one is where it starts
and where it ends.
As omnipotent as God,
full of joy and love.
Oh, a wonder it is
uprising our emotions it flows like a brook
presenting new life.
To some a stranger it seemed,
while to others a long lost friend.
Yet it feels no distinction,
with a touch as pure as love
reminding us of our existence.
It flows aimlessly,
a reminder of long lost love.
Certain as the mountains,
with a twist of surprise
and a flicker of smile,
with its soft wings and
sweet breath
covers the earth,the whole.
With the blessing of Muse
soft as butter, supple like water
yet cooling as ice,
and elevates the ignorant
to the truth of the highest.

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Laya Sarath

Lines are as cool as the wind 🙂


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