The wind rattles the windows,
Roars down the chimney,
Tears branches off trees.
I feel at one with it.
I too am destructive.
Another night, the wind
Comes through my bedroom window
Ruffling the hair on my arms and head.
Its gentleness reproaches me and I cry
Out of guilt and longing.
This really touched me. Thank you for sharing it.
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