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Don't forget your promise to the stars.
Don't let all the misery, tear you apart.
Don't let your heart blow away in the wind.
Don't let my memory go out like a spark.

But if you do tonight.
I'll just close my eyes.
So I don't have to see,
when everything I love
Is set free.
Guden Oct 7
When the wind blows
Through the drapes,
Half open.
A breeze
Comes from somewhere
To play with the smoke.
On the table
There is incense
Going up in essence.
The radio keeps talking,
And screaming
At me,
With me?
My imaginary friends
Would call me paranoid
If I had any.
Max Oct 6
As your love fills my woods,
Your heart beats like the heavy raindrops on the street.
Your hair like the movement of the leaves,
Your voice like a the whispering of the wind.,
Your eyes, so gray as the calming sky.
Your smell, the reminder of my favourite moment
Your body as a strong tree, so beautiful and magnificent.

You are my autumn,

You bring the most memorable times to me.
Still love you

Whipping at your body
Soft, yet bitter cold
Yes, like a wave of plenty
Within the tales of old

Soaring through the skyline
Yet impossible to see
Lies the wind, a temptress
Drawing you to her breeze

Yet once you get enamoured
And her gust encase you in
You'll find that she's a sly one
Yes that seductress known as wind

She'll sing you a sweet song
Of legends that remain
As her siren snare encasess you
Tornado to a hurricane

Yes, that grand enchantress
Luring people from where they're safe
That coquette 'll leave you homeless
If you give in to her willful wake

So who is this Lorelie
Empress of sin
Why we all do know her
For she calls herself the wind

~Katherine Aclaire
TheKindling Oct 4
A poet is a bird with clipped wings,
Plummeting from the sky.

One who's dying words are not calculated,
Not woven,
Not cultivated

The words are pure.
Then silent.

They are only meant for the wind to hear.

That way the wind can

What if the winds rattling
Window pain

Is actually your loved ones
Last lullaby?

What if the weeping of the wind
Fosters fear former forgotten?
Bhill Sep 28
As the chilled breeze wisps across my covered face
I think about the life I've led and wonder
I wonder if somewhere along the path I wronged anyone
Anyone that crossed that path
Anyone that bid me hello or goodbye
Anyone that could have or should have made a difference

Not at all sure why this particular moment and this particular wispy wind has brought such thoughts to my senses
All I know is that thinking so deeply gives birth to the heightened awareness of my faults and weaknesses
What to do
What to do

Brian Hill - 2019 # 244
Let your deep thinking begin...
What will you find?
Carmen Jane Sep 26
Swaying with the wind,
It got the branch you held so tight
Spooled around your arm
You grabbed the nearest branch
When you weren't ready to fall.
Now, you look confused
It's been years
And you're hanging like that.
Bored by routines
Being at the mercy
Of traveling birds
When they want to say hello…
You can always grab another branch
Or you could just let go
You're ready to fall
You just  know
You'll land on your two feet
'Cause enough is enough.
Did you hear?
The sound of wind
It’s coming around, this wing
Glossy blue turned darkening hues
Tress matching the rhythm of aves
Humming the welcoming sonnet of rain
Sprinkling spell of grace
Smiling toddlers dancing in rain
Steamy cuppas and cookies are arranged
Enjoying the time of year, Rain
Spreading wings enchanting
Drip! Drip!
a soothing warm blanket to sleep in
Did you hear?
The sound of wind
It finally came
Diva of all being
Poetic T Sep 22
God is a delusion of the weak.
              If you need someone
               to cuddle you.

Then you are not a man
                         but a child.

But those who have grown

know that morality

is in the heart of humanity.

For those who listen to whispers,

                   must realise
that it's just the wind
                               playing tricks.
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