The Wet Wind Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Wet Wind
It hit my face and sent tears down it,
The wet wind got stronger.
My face drenched with it succumbed to it,
As this wind blew longer.
I wondered whether I was crying with it.
This wind did not let up.
I wondered whether I was laughing with it.
The wind did not get up.
I found a new freshness in it.
This wind carried newness.
It's message was about,
The newness in life.
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4/26/2024 6:29:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sometimes it is difficult to understand is it tears or the wet wind nice writing