Blowing against my face gently
The wind whispered around me
I stared up at the gray, clouded sky
And I saw all I ever wanted to see
The world was quiet as I took a walk
I kicked at the dry leaves cluttered on the road
I felt like the whole world was huge,
And I felt as if I were bearing a very heavy load
The wind tossed the tiny dead leaves and flowers
The gentle wind, but somehow I began to think
Why the wind? Why the wind?
Whether it's a gentle breeze, or a great typhoon
It always manages to move something
Doesn't it, and it will move that something soon
Do you know where the wind that you love
Do you know where it comes from?
Why does it fill you with such breathlessness?
Gray skies, bare trees, heading home
I pulled my jacket closer, I took longer strides
I took it in with wonder
The air, cold, real, and yet numbing
The wind of November
The wind that I feel, that you've felt
The wind that moves you
The wind that fills you with emptyness
The wind from Who?
-Argentia
3 comments:
Oh, Caroline... wow. That's... AISH! How come you can take the words right outta my mouth even before I can get them on paper!? --.--
That. Was. Beautiful. As always.
Thanks for such a pretty piece of work! I'm sure people near and far would love it...
I was on a walk. The wind was blowing so gently, yet...I couldn't help but notice it.
Thanks. It really just sort-of came to me. Rainy evening...earlier walk under a gray, open sky...>.<
You're welcome! >///< I enjoyed writing it! ^.^
*sigh* ... beautiful.
Oh - and Jung Su wants to know how you liked his post. He's standing behind me with crossed arms and tapping his foot. >.>
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