Wind – 8

I taste the frigid wind; thin, colourless, sapping energy
© Freya Pickard 2014
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4 Comments on “Wind – 8”

  1. Harliqueen Says:

    I know the feeling, yesterday was horribly windy and felt just like this! Great poem 🙂

  2. here when wind becomes cold it revives, fills up the lungs with a fabulous calmness!

  3. Libby Says:

    Yes, the wind can be like that!

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