The Wind

 

I hear you eerily moan about the rooftops,
Singing through bare branches,
Unseen.

I feel you tug at my disorientated soul,
Asking me to dance,
Unled.

You excite me with undulating rhythm
My wildness connects with yours,
Unfettered.

Dear wind.

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Kirsten Ivatts 2015.

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