Get Your Premium Membership

Me The Wind

I was suspected to have loved you like the wind of which sometimes caused the snow storm so severe that it has frozen your bone of passion. Or the night wind, equally shrinking your spirit to warm yourself. You kept hoping of me to be the breeze incessantly caressing you. You have forgotten that I have actually never existed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry