Wind

by Areia   Feb 5, 2007


Howling
whistling
roaring
blowing
it's
always
windy
when
i'm
about.
i
barely
have
time to speak
because i'm hurrying here and there
up and down
south and north
i
really
can't
stop
to
talk
because-

I am the blustery wind.

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