Wind, Day's Narrator Poem by james watkin

Wind, Day's Narrator



Wind, loud-voiced, through leaves, scurrying
And litter, of its chasing
In amongst that legged, as swift harried
For our own busyness
Narrates the story of a day.
Resembles, dare I say
Laughter! A type, fiendish; gives me chills.
Full of spite; that's baseless.

Thursday, September 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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