The wind blew – TB

3 Jun

The wind blew.
He tried to catch it.
Through his hands it blew.
It must have been a she,
For only a she can
And she could, she could so deeply.
The wind took hold, took hold of he.
She was quiet in the main, now roared like a lion.
A wounded lioness or beacon of humanity
Had got lost in a stormy confusion.

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