Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Perspectives of Wind
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The clouds of storm congregate
A gust comes forth in the darkness
My hand reaches out
Attempting to grasp it in futility
It continues charging
In a direction self-dictated
Brushing across my outstretched palm
It takes no heed from anyone
Such defiance, the cheek of force
Sending even the crowns of mighty trees
Flailing in the breeze
A sensation of cold ensues
No interregnum exists, nor should it
Never stopping to catch its breath
The wind of Mother Nature knows no bounds
Just like those that reside in time
Alex
25 April 2006