Perhaps the wind blows for a certain reason

Maybe the gusts have a destination in mind

A specific face to refresh

A particular arm to brush


Perhaps when the wind ruffles your hair or stings your eye

It wasn’t meant for you

Perchance when the wind cools your neck or smooths your skirt

That was meant for you


Perhaps all the people with ruffled hair and stinging eyes

The wind passes on its way to you

Add a little something to the breeze

That cools your neck and smooths your skirt


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