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Aug 2018
The wind is a friend of mine
She blew me in from the desert
to a picturesque coastal town

She came around often
bring rain and snow and life
in big booming clouds

But she hasn't been here in a while
It's taking so much energy to smile

The air is so stale, I can hardly breathe
The ground is crumbling so I fall to my knees

The sun's harsh heat is a warning to me
that though I can run
I will never be free

When I'm happy, I'm lying
The raindrops that fall
are the tears from my crying

The wind's cool breeze
feels like nothing to me

The desert I ran from
is a place inside of me
and though I can run
I will never escape the heat

of a life
that's dying
from the lack
of living

The wind
was a
friend
of
mine
Written by
KD Burgdorff  17/F/United States/East Coast
(17/F/United States/East Coast)   
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     Rick, PoetryJournal, sassybutsweet and Eman
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