Whispers of the Winds
Whispers of the Winds
What color is the wind?
I only know it kisses me and tickles toes.
Like a magician at times, it opens doors.
It makes leaves do exotic dances.
It can make my hair really goofy.
What does the wind smell like?
At times of beef stew cooking.
Or your infant's sweet caress.
Total, absolute happiness.
In winter, it spirals sparkling snow.
But....where does it live?
And where does the wind go?
June 30, 2020
9pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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