Whyte Queen Poet Nonet

Dance With the Winds

Let’s move with vigorous vigour and sway our hands
and dance with the bands.
Let’s stretch our muscles.
As the world puzzles.
Hear! It speaks aloud,
spiralling and descending from the distraught clouds.
My lungs bellow with forced breath,
unafraid of collapsing to death.
Feel the trees sway in anticipation
and see the fruits drop in decorative declination.
Dusts rise in borrowed bodies
and Aves tweets with their buddies.
We’re loners but not alone.
See! The trees watch!
The mosquitoes move in our rhythm;
looking to probe into permeable dermis.
Listen to our muscles!
See it rise and wane to the pulsating rhythm
A symbolism of our worth,
a sacrifice to the North.
A dance with the winds,
Gratifying the atonement of our sins

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