Wind
Wind
6/1/2018
Tom
I listen,
To the music of the wind;
Some days it’s like an orchestra, and I dance.
When it’s rambunctious,
I don’t like the tune it plays,
And that vagabond death, has hitched a ride.
Clouds streak as shadows above,
And I’d crawl in a hole,
If I had one;
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