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Wind


Wind

Your touch is all I seek

It consumes

   Me

I call for you 

Seeking life 

Knowing while not knowing 

The consequences of such a 

  Call

Yet I call

I call

I scream 

Come 

Come 

Bring forth what 

You 

Must. Please come

‘My love, it is dangerous’,

You 

Whisper. Or so I think, I hope

We need you

I need you 

Do you not care?

Do you not see?

‘HOLD

My love, my precious, listen my soul.

It is dangerous’, the wind howled

Oh, please

Under this hot sun, comfort 

  Me

‘My love, I shall’

Oh, it is wonderful 

To feel your sweet kisses 

As the breeze gently surrounds 

  Me 

Oh, please

Provide

Bring me the rain clouds for

   Me 

‘My love, I shall’

Oh, it is splendid 

To feel the sturdy rain 

Nourishing us all

Oh, please 

Give your all to push the sails for

   Me

‘My love, I shall’

Oh, I am in awe

Crossing this great big sea

Wait! Stop! 

no 

Oh, please 

We are in ruins 

I am near death 

Will you let 

  Me 

perish?

‘My love, I shall’

Your strength does too

Much

It

Comforts, Provides, Gives 

Freightens, Destroys, Takes

Your touch was all I sought until

It consumed 

Me


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