Wind Poem by Phil Soar

Wind



I’ve always loved the sound of wind, blowing freshness everywhere
Within a storm filled sky of grey, creating waves up in the air,
Causing all our plans to cease, and everyone to look up there,
Watching debris tossed around, all we can do is stop and stare

Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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