Fine Winds Poem by Mason KT Goldstein

Fine Winds



Standing there with nothing to do,
So blasting cold,
Cause the winds hitting you,
Your hands flying back,
Your hair so out of wack,
Your life being drained
Your heart being so deranged
Standing there with nothing to do
You’re so cold
Because the fine winds are hitting you

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