the wind

 

 

i blind those that blaspheme my

 

omnipresent and invisible nature.

 

to my shoving nudges

 

you deny and you tear

 

and shield your eyes from

 

the truth of this life.

 

 

 

 

 

the wind will not always be there to gently

 

carry your luggage-

 

from dream to reality.

 

because my tempest elicits change exceeding

 

that of his breeze. 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Emmanuel55

I really like the song choice. Very nice and great music for writing poetry. 

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