I've always said the wind is my favorite weather
the electric sky has screamed scarily
but the ancient wind whispers powerfully
it doesn't demand your attention
the wind knows its worth your attention
I had finally found a space in which I belonged
when standing in the curious wind I forgot what I was looking for
its the strangling reminder that I'm alive,
more magic than hands upon my skin
it hugs me like no human body ever could
I love that the wind can talk like the sea
and smile like the sun
and I just can't get past the idea
that the wind is where I belong
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
