A Wind

a rapturous moment
a dull moment
as the little flower is dwindled by the wind
a dance it does to greet the music of wind
as a scruples storm would bring down to sand
even a tall standing tree.gets..a sad end
we do have all of it within
the joy and the pain all within
a caressing touch from within
a hurting blow from within
feelings or emotions we call it
mirth and joy it would bring
anger and despair a reverse swing
as the wind picks up all in its way
to lose its natural self...so
a pollution of all we become
when these feelings come
a wind within us
these emotions

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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