The Wind My Soul

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The Wind My Soul

By Joe Cundiff

 

The wind is howling howling

The wind is growling

Ripping through my skin

The wind is

Howling

Trees bending bending

Bending More

But will not break

But will

I

Branches sway in the howling

Growling wind

Angry waves dancing

Angrily randomly

And somehow

Majestic

Yet I stand

Still

The wind is howling growling

Ripping my tattered

Soul

Yet in the darkness

I smile

One Comment


  1. This is beautiful Joe! I read it to my husband and we both commented on how much we liked it and enjoyed it. Keep on writing and sharing!!!

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