Zaila Ayre - Wind

The wind glided around me,
tugging at my clothes,
pulling at my hair
like a naughty child.
She whispered in my ear,
it was cold.
I couldn't hear her words.
I turned to her,
but she flew away
and loop-the-looped.

I followed her,
her walk was graceful, serene,
she glided like a swan.
I watched her gust through the park,
scattering leaves in her wake,
rustling tree branches,
and swishing through the grass.

Then she mingled in the mist,
faded in the fog.
And she was gone.

Zaila Ayre

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