Wind

I love to hear the wind roar,
Sitting protected,
Sheltered.

I love to feel the wind’s roar,
Huddling, unprotected.

I love to live this earth’s fury,
And that is why I’m here,
For I’ve not yet learned to
Love my selves,
Or love the rest,
Which is all that can set me free.






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