Best Whorl Poems

The hallow inside the given tree that calls and beckons to me. 
I cannot help but become enraptured of all there is to see. 
The dancing faeries hop around with immense delight. 
Oh, this is such a pleasing sight. 
But, behold! 
The night is free!
I...

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Wind, what’s the rush?
Why the huff,
Why the puff 
Like the wolf
From
The Three Little Pigs,
Muffling my ears 
With “Pfffhhhh…..”,
Nipping my cheek,
Sushing the bird and
Bending that tree into a whistle
Until it shrieks.
Restless, you bluster?....
When you are free to whorl 
The entire world ‘round?...

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