Wild Wind Whispers
I hear the wild wind whistling
through the willows,
a wily, wanton wind with wicked ways,
It wails
and writhes
and wrestles
with the windows,
And woos the trees
with its wild, wicked gaze,
But when it's done,
it disappears
without a trace.
Copyright © Kabutha Hempstone | Year Posted 2023
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