My thoughts, poems and short stories
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Wet Air
Drowning in the wind, I can’t get out
These gusts come rushing over my head and pull me under
Floating here I can’t tread the wind
Rolling blankets capsizing and vigilantly drawn below
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