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Sep 24
I am the wind
The merest breath
on the baby’s cheek
as she sleeps
her evening sleep

I am
the bracing wind
that reddens cheeks
and teases skittish cats

I am the gust
that startles birds
to quarrel
in their trees

I am the gale
that wrecks the ship
The hurricane that
shatters worlds
Written by
Lindsey Calvert  18/F/Woking
(18/F/Woking)   
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   Sia Harms
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