Day One: Lonely

Doesn’t the wind seem quite lonely at times? She’s invisible. The only way to make herself known is to cry, to touch, whether her crying is done softly or roaring.

Lonely

Lonely, wandering,
tenderly brushing my skin,
the wind cries softly.

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Author: Misty

dreamer. wordcrafter. child of the King.

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