The wind is a ferryman
It carries time and dust from old
The wind gossips
Whispering in our ears enchanting tales that have been told
Turbulent gusts bring us closer to our forefathers
Discussing storms that have happened and storms on the horizon
Zephyrus air rustles our hair
Just like it has with all those before us
Imposing soft fingers ruffle lady's skirts
And pull at young men's shirts
The ferryman rushes looming nebulae across the earth
Causing tempestuous weather wherever they rest
The wind is a ferryman
And it caresses the world.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
