Poetry

Little Gusts of Wind

   

A little gust of wind scampers around –

Tousling the trees

Nudging the leaves

tickling the grass

Shooing the clouds above.

A little gust of wind scampers around –

shoving the mountains

whistling at the sky

tripping on the seas

puncturing ripples in them.

A little gust of wind scampers around

teasing my hair

ruffling my clothes.

In all its banter

it stops for a second,

Stirring my soul

Waking something deep within.

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