Wind

The wind is whirling up a storm,
Charging horses are chasing into the sea,
Sand stallions stepping with thunder into
The grey, something shocking to light up
The mundane. Clouds are ripping through the
Sun, streaming the light into banners
Of spring but fading away to dusk…nothing
Is like the strength of the wind when it swirls
Through the world, whipping up trouble in
Anger and anguish.

Everything is being battered by the harsh wind,
Nothing is safe, such a strong force, what is wrong
To make this the case?

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