I am the WindA Poem by Alyscia
The only light that was leftover was faint,
creeping lower and lower below the horizon. I didn't have to look his way to know he was smiling. The beach makes him happy. He says that the waves remind him that whatever happens in life, the water will always crash at the shore. He says it keeps him from giving up on himself. I don't pay mind to the water as much as I do towards his hands. They're soft and one of them holds onto mine but there's sand in between them. He says that the sand makes him think how we, like the sand, are insignificant in the world that we live in. I don't think I am like the sand; I am the wind. Like a breeze, I am gentle and yet, like a gale, I leave the people I love behind in ruins. © 2017 AlysciaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 21, 2017 Last Updated on May 21, 2017 Author
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