Invisible hands lifting sea birds
floating carefree
above crashing waves, the shore
gentle, calm
yet fury, rages at times
Sand storms, unsettled desert touch
zephyros of origin, my path
hot the touch on human skin
gentle, calm
yet fury, rages at times
From ancient times
filling the sails
still present, a chill of air
gentle, calm
yet fury, rages at times
Each day I come to visit
bring life, to a motionless willow
how far can you, bend, pushing
gentle, calm
yet fury, rages at times
I will always be there
hear the sounds, of metal
feel me on your skin
For I am the wind
a Passer-By........
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