What wind does there yonder blow
it crashes upon my face
surrounds me like a whirl wind
warm or cool, wet and cold
It molds me like the rocks upon the shore
years of blowing back and forth
giving rides to winged friends
and anything it grasps
when hard it blows
It circles me with life’s adornments
sometimes they glitter or they glow
and some may fall and break
when the wind howls
and intensity grows
Not unlike the stones of ages
it forms the structure of my being
shapes the high or low brow
the cheek bones on my face
So when I look into a mirror
or others peer into my eyes
they see what wind around me swirls
that encapsulates my world
Beautiful. I'll bet there is much to see when others look at you, as you are very affected by the world around you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lolamouse. We're all(writers/artists) sensitive to our surroundings and most of us are atuned to the nuances of Life.
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