NaBloPoMo Day 6: Talking to the Wind

I can hear the wind talking outside,

With its moaned vowels and blustering h’s.

It wraps its arms around my home,

Begging for a hug before it head off on its way.

The wind can never stay long;

It’s always so quick on its heavenly road.

But those moments when it speaks to me

Are like whispers caught amidst a throng.


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