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By wistful Date: 2001 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.01.02.42.12141]] |
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What . . . was . . . THAT? That whirlwind that whipped around me, flipping my skirt high as it rushed past. It flew by so quickly. It left me dizzy and disoriented, lashing my hair against my face, stinging my cheeks. Its speed burned me with sheer friction, Sending shivers rippling across my skin. Yet its last assault chilled me to the core. That wind was so strong it was almost tangible, And its smell held the promise of newly turned earth: Fresh, alive and abundantly fertile. But it was only air, evading my grasp. Elusive, wild wind, you stole the breath from my lungs As you swirled around me, through me, and gone. And in the deathly calm and silence that falls in your wake I see you have ripped away a corner of my soul, And the hole it has left will not heal. |