The Wind

- jiraniku, 2002

Invisible being in our midst

Fills my eyes with dust and mist

Sweet smell of newly cut grass

Brings me memories from the past

Blowing wildly my unruly hair

Scattering leaves here and there

Encircling me with a light breeze

Trying to bend the unyielding trees

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Outside the trees are dancing

Their branches swaying to the wind

Emerald leaves shimmering

I sieve the light in my hand

Warm and radiant to my skin

I look outside where everything is green

Wishing I was running in the wind

With my hair loose and flowing

I close my eyes and hold this thought

Lost in a place I’ve imagined

- Sunday 2pm, in the car on the way home