Frantic Wind

Frantic wind, running in circles
Screeching warnings and throwing
anything that stands in your way

What’s bothering you?

Yesterday you were warm and gentle,
kissing cheeks and shaking hands with
flowers

What’s happened to you?

Is it because we’ve closed our windows
and shut you out with the rain?

Pull yourself together, play nice
with the rain…

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