Eh Yung Hindi Naman Tayo? DATI (COMPLETED)

The Wind

Hi!

Before we move to the next story arc, please allow me to share here a poem that I wrote for M's Birthday. 😊

Poetry is really not my strongest suit but when you love someone, you stretch beyond your known limits and try to give them your best.

For Nicomaine.

Here's the text for those who are having trouble with the images. 😊

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The Wind

She is zephyr.
A cold soft breeze that whispers in the morning,
A gentle kiss on your cheek,
A touch and a smile,
A promise of Spring as the sun rises in the horizon,
Invigorating, hopeful, exhilarating.

She is gale.
A sudden draft that knocks you off your feet,
A blessed surprise that uplifts,
A gust that shifts and refreshes,
A beautiful change like the turning of leaves in majestic Autumn,
Phenomenal, wondrous, compelling.

She is monsoon.
A storm of emotions,
An upsurge in your heart,
A spirited tempest that vents without warning,
A hurricane that razes like the heavy snowfalls of Winter,
Passionate, unrelenting, fierce.

She is foehn.
A warm breath on your icy skin,
A sultry caress that thaws your frozen spirit,
A tender and toasty stroke after the blizzard,
An embrace on the sandy shores of the ocean in Summer.
Healing, mending, inspiring.

She is the wind.
Either erratic or certain,
Maybe raging or soothing,
Perhaps swirling or calm,
Perchance your destruction and your life.