The Wind Makes Me Cry
because I cannot hear her song
The wind makes me cry because I cannot hear her song.
It is a whisper?
A wail?
Maybe humming?
I could be wrong.
The wind makes me cry because I wish I could be a bird,
Belonging to the sky,
I would be hers.
My arms would become my wings,
My fingers - my feathers.
I will rise as she will sing;
Always there in all the weathers.
Is it always the same wind no matter where I go?
Or is each current a different ego?
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The title drew me in, it’s fantastic. The poem is beautiful!
This is so gorgeous Rosie. I love your rhyming style too, we don’t see enough of it anymore. Thanks for sharing 👏🏼