You call me the wind, I am the wind

John McChord

You call me the wind

As the wind calls to you


Overwhelming, I whisper

To you, the wind be true 


None could pulse, pour or gust as I 

For I am the wind 


Through leaves of grass and the raven's wing


Though I have swept the hemisphere

None will decant such as you


Concentric swirls led me to your soul

Which resides encased

Only to be touched 

By the wind


I am

A burst

The tall

The wind 

I am 










  • Author: J M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2019 08:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Nafis Light

    Truly enjoyed this!

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