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Nov 2019
My moods are like the wind. Contains the same elements but expressed in different ways.

Starry sky, crickets chirp, wind skips lightly across your skin
I whisper,
Peace.

Sun beams pierce the windshield, my hair floats recklessly from the open window, music playing,
I sing,
Carefree.

A light drizzle with a light rustle in the trees, grey sky, puddles under foot
I mutter,
Lonely.

Sharp, cold air scratched against your face, snow like glass, shiver in my bones,
I bellow,
Anger.

Chaotic gusts like trains rushing by, thunder crashes, the sky groans in angst
I cry,
Pain.

The breeze softens and floats with the rain, eerie stillness, the world is quiet once more,
I gasp,
Exhausted.

My moods are like the wind. Ever changing, ever growing, and forever calling your name.




-t.s.
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   Larry Marshall
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