![]() Windy Day 101A Poem by Priyal Thakkar![]() it's windy do I jump?![]() My friend says the highest number of suicides recorded in a twenty four hour span, was on a windy day. Typical of winds don’t you think? They rappel your soul, enter from your ears and nose and form hurricanes with your emotions as the eye. Why else do you think when you’re in love the wind caresses your cheeks and plays with your tresses? The wind ain’t got no substance of its own. Like a chameleon, it echoes what’s in your heart. I think that’s intense. That’s what makes the wind powerful, doesn’t it? © 2015 Priyal Thakkar |
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