Day 12 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘The Wind’
Like five fingers searching,
like a friend alongside,
like a thing to fill when I am so empty.

And it talks to me,
filling my head with a chorus,
a sound I carry,
an army I lead.

I continue with it,
as if the earth where my own,
as if I could move for always,
as if I could breath forever.

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