The Wind and I


The Wind and I

 

The cold wind blows down the plains

Biting and freezing bare skin

The wind ruffles hair, long and short

Grasping at loosing clothing with cold fingers

 

Thick grey clouds hang low

Like a thick blanket held overhead

No sun to warm chilled skin

No birds singing

Just cold north wind

 

There I stood

Feeling the wind upon my face

Hearing the song of the wind

A thousand years I could stand

And listen to the wind

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