Ode to the west wind
A strange force at night
It bringeth dust
Before our very eyes
An unintended carriage
It carries us away
A filler of souls
A cooler of hearts
The commanding force of the night
The whistle blower of the gods
The shaker of the trees
The remover of grass
The enigma of the town
O what a good feeling
A whirling sound
The night knows your name.
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Ode to the west wind
A strange force at night
It bringeth dust
Before our very eyes
An unintended carriage
It carries us away
A filler of souls
A cooler of hearts
The commanding force of the night
The whistle blower of the gods
The shaker of the trees
The remover of grass
The enigma of the town
O what a good feeling
A whirling sound
The night knows your name.
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
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