Can'T See Him Who Holds the Wind
O see the wind blow
But I can't, no
But I feel the breeze
Touching me
March is on the run
The morning noon is sun
Now I'm captured blinded by the shade
Of the world as it covers me always
I'm just a speck of dust
Just surrounded by awe trust
This is the reason I am
Creature of the master's hand
The one who holds the wind
03/23/18
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018
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