the wind



i blind those that blaspheme my


omnipresent and invisible nature.


to my shoving nudges


you deny and you tear


and shield your eyes from


the truth of this life.






the wind will not always be there to gently


carry your luggage-


from dream to reality.


because my tempest elicits change exceeding


that of his breeze. 




This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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