Where Does the Wind Come From?
A very True story this is, my mam was terrified of the wind
Where Does the Wind Come From?
Where does the wind come from,
That frightens my mam at night?
It howls through cracks in the old, thin walls,
A shadow that hides from sight.
Does it rise from the distant hills,
Where the trees bend low and sway?
Or drift from the depths of a restless sea,
Carrying whispers of far-off decay?
It taps at the windows, rattles the doors,
A voice that cannot be tamed.
Its mournful wail, a song of the lost,
Yet no face, no form, no name.
I sit by her side, her hand in mine,
As the wind roams wild and free.
And I wonder if it’s a ghost of the past,
Or just the night’s mystery.
“My mam said she thinks God sends it,
To blow away our sins.
A cleansing breath from the heavens above,
To let new days begin.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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“My mam said she thinks God sends it, YOUR MOTHER IS RIGHT. IN OUR RELIGION AS MUSLIMS, THE WIND IS ONE OF GOD'S SOLDIERS