You call it howling
I only hear the wind laughing at me
blowing away my breath to breathe you...
that's when night falls,
but I've experienced darkness during high noons
consuming consumption I was consumed
Wind blows against my window
this wind sounding off its mockery
teasing me with false intentions for attention
...that its blowing for me
that the trees are waving for me
but they stand still when I smile and wave back
Whistles in skies in high exhales
switching directions to smoother me
I blow back as it pushes my air into lungs
I don't think this wind is meant for me
fighting to ignore the once freshness
and battle the additional intakes
simply mistakes not to revive me
but stop my breath from breathing left over love
So I huff
and I puff
but I lose the battle of breathing against wind
the wind won when it knew it was going to win
lying back gasping
for my wind to restore my oxygen.......
By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner
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