Night Winds

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.

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