I Am the Wind
passing storm
leaving silent
bending branches
hitting darkness
in your windows
I can sing
I can cry
I can sing like the mother’s lullaby
and howl like the wolf in the full moon
I can shake up dreamers in the dark
the crying
the braking
the singing
the barking
I am the fright
of dry branches
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2021
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