surge a whisper or
destructive roar in constant
motion my breath
transforms all you
see while I remain
transforms all you
see while I remain
myself unseen
this should be an easy guess - what am I?
Leave your answer in a comment.
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18 comments:
oh the wind...it has no mercy and yet we only see it in the stirring of other things...smiles.
Very good! I love it.
I think that is a storm or may be a breeze which gets wicked sometimes.
Lovely write though!
woosh!
Oh good...I knew this. Lovely write!
Beautiful..yet another way to describe the formidable wind!!
ah the wind - the wind - the heavenly child...so powerful and always invisible...cool
Yes, I should think it's the wind too! Nicely
unseen but never unfelt.
nice one
Sweet wind.. this is the breath... like it
The wind.
The wind, feather touch or surge of power ~ Good one ~
I really like the rhythm and flow of this poem, gusts and stills, just like the wind you write of. Nice~ Jason
lovely - the wind is powerful indeed, truly transforming
Nicely done. Love it as I do a gentle summer breeze.
Anna :o]
That wind's a tricky thing. Great poem, thank you.
A powerful, forceful WIND GUSTS... not a breeze! Could be Hurricane too.
'Wind' came to mind first of all. Beautifully succinct verse, well done!
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