The taste of the last

You never really notice the wind Until it’s strong I mean you never here some one someone say Do you remember last Wednesday that slight breeze Imagine wind were characters The draught lord Queen of wisps The twins Hush and Stop No one forgets a hurricane Torn a do The question of breath As it rise and fall my breast Subtle dancing with Amiss on the plumes of mist Si the clone twirls in the shade casts no shadow but moves whatever is there