Sunday, September 13, 2009

Wind

The wind blows
The leaves tickle my arms
I am a tree
Swaying in the breeze

The wind blows
Flows through my feathers
I am a bird
Riding a wave in the sky

The wind blows
My sense of smell is awakened
I am a child
Hungry in the streets

The wind blows
The cold cuts through me like a knife
I am the homeless
Unshelterd and alone

The wind blows
I hear a sweet voice calling
I am an angel
Father, I'm coming home

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