I sashay across the greens and browns
Pausing a little, then whizzing off
I rustle, I nestle, I roam around,
Across the dunes, plains and terrains
Across the shores, seas and mountains..
Sometimes it's a girl's hair that I gently flutter
Sometimes it's the trashcan that I trouble and tumble
Under the vast sky, I spur my dance
I provide solace,
I strike terror;
I roar in storm,
I buzz during shower,
A lot it is, which I do.
Wheeze o whiz
All the way,
I whistle my chimes
Of windy times..
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PuisiPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...