Can you hear the gale?
Howling,
fighting,
roaring louder than a lion.
Meanwhile, the wind stirs,
drifting,
quietly; silently.
The breeze looks between them.
It decides to be gentle,
heard,
a caring whisper.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
Can you hear the gale?
Howling,
fighting,
roaring louder than a lion.
Meanwhile, the wind stirs,
drifting,
quietly; silently.
The breeze looks between them.
It decides to be gentle,
heard,
a caring whisper.
Stolen poetry inspired by my friend Lauren's Myku #1.