A Different Wind

A Different Wind short poem

I went there again
the place that I never left
where my intrinsic self was born
with distinct air I move .

Pensive thoughts are bygones
replaced by crystal pondering
apathy for circumstance went missing
a contorted and merry soul prevails .

with cold in my head and eyes , I see
the rumbling trees
deliver me to beauty, thou leaves

and write down my route
towards unknown pastures
for I need to reach there
and nothing shall put me asunder .

Switch my personality
make me wind . . .

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A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
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