Through trees I blow,
carrying sweet scents I know,
of far off flowers,
with hidden powers.
To keep the dead restful,
and to keep the living blissful.
If you know my name,
never speak it in vain.
For I am but the sweet wind,
and I have never sinned.
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Author:
EmiliasLillith (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the wind that blows through the graveyard near my home.
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Great imagery! Love the subtleness of the emotion.
"The WIND bows wherever it pleases ~ You hear it's sound but you cannot tell ~ where it comes from or where it is going ......... !" The words of JESUS recorded in JOHN 3 v 8.
Welcome EMILIAS ~ Thanks for your first POEM. Beautifully scripted ~ Rhyming couplets (my favourite) ~ and replete with rhythm. I am an Environmental Scientist and the Atmosphere with its WINDS and Mineral Cycles (oxygen ~ nitrogen ~ carbon ~ water etc) is one of my interests. You have captured the Beauty & Mystery of the WIND perfectly ~ Awesome ~ more please ! Yours BRIAN
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