Inspired by the Wind

Gentle breezes calling out to me like Sirens, 

Intimidating storms shouting its melody at me, too,

The cyclone of words are flying, 

Coming together where the hurricane's eye is due.

 

Safely observing the danger in sky, 

Whirlwinds of ideas blow into my head, 

I call these shivers of delight the sublime, 

Watching the monstrous powers of nature unthread. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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