I Can Taste the Wind


I can taste the wind when I take a walk in November

It flows through my bundled up body

And makes the leaves shiver and shake until they fall from their tree-top perch

The wind whisks out the fire in the town square, and grows it back again, just for fun

I can taste the wind when it curls around me, trying to knock me over like a solitary leaf

At night, when the wind is left alone,

It howls like a wolf, and whooshes past the glowing grey clouds and circles around the moon

And when evening falls, wind hides by your door and sneaks in when you are foolish enough to open it

I can taste the wind when it flies.

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