The thoughts in my head
The smile on my face
Have nothing in common
My thoughts
They swirl in and out
Sometimes I can catch them
And sometimes they get away
But usually they drag me in
Drowning me day after day
In a whirlpool in side my mind
Invisible to the naked eye
Unless I can break free
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Where the West Wind Blows
PoetryShort Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my tr...
