An all consuming wind
Swirling, twirling and unfurling
Each one does me in
A gale that threatens to pick me up
The second that I move
Close my eyes; the sound of the
Ferocity still soothes
Bashing against me recklessly
For dear life I do hold on
Before I know it I’m still standing
But the wind is gone
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