They were their all the time,
Around me, beside me.
But I noticed them less.
Like friends they buzzed,
beside me.
Like enemies they rampaged too.
But sometimes they sooth,
Your pains away.
A mild touch of ecstasy.
They make the trees sway.
The waters repel,
And desiccate the tears running down the cheeks of a hungry child.
They come with news,
Both good and bad alike.
Some call them “winds of change”
My wind is like a ghost,
Reminds me of my lover’s touch.
Playing on my hair and my skin.
Frivolous they are,
Like lovers at bay
They kiss and enjoy being caressed.
this is beautiful. well written with passion
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