It was the running wind
more than touched me
not so gently
slapping my face
pulling the hair over my face
making a wild disarray
dumping the shawl around my neck
to a muddy puddle nearby .
Like everything else it just passed
not even looking back at the mess it made on me
I ran my fingers though my hair
rearranged myself
moved on.
the wind did not seep in
through my skin.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
It was the running wind
more than touched me
not so gently
slapping my face
pulling the hair over my face
making a wild disarray
dumping the shawl around my neck
to a muddy puddle nearby .
Like everything else it just passed
not even looking back at the mess it made on me
I ran my fingers though my hair
rearranged myself
moved on.
the wind did not seep in
through my skin.
©Malintha Perera 2014
