Oh, the wind that blows,
carrying dreams of the lonely,
wishes, what-ifs and if only,
while the leaves whisper their goodbyes.
Oh, the wind that carries,
the promises of spring,
the song the birds sing,
while seeds scatter to live yet again.
Oh, the wind that ravages,
tearing up all that it meets,
sending garbage flying through streets,
while lovers take shelter and find comfort.
Oh, the wind so warm,
carrying scents throughout the air,
shedding jackets without care,
while others lay blanketed in white.
Oh, the wind that blows,
what it carries nobody knows,
touching all, wherever it goes,
I’ll meet you, on the wind that blows.
© Leslie C Dobson
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