When the Sad Wind Blows
For there are no reasons,
it doesn’t matter which season-
the breeze r e v o l v e s and twists,
and the clouds have all gone grey…
since you left me that fateful day.
You carry this essence,
a mighty GUST that loudly roars-
it sounds like pitter-patter,
cuz’ when the wind blows...
...the sad rain pours.
The storm arrives
just as dusk ascends,
as OUR white picket fence
ghastly bends.
A coil of a t o r n a d o,
begins to roll in town-
it seems to know exactly
when you’ll be around.
Forgiveness is the key
is what the breeze exclaims-
but when your wind blows in heat,
my heart BURSTS into flames.
DEEP in my soul I hold a secret that nobody knows-
even during the c a l m e s t climate…
...the sad wind always blows.
August 23, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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