Wind to my hair;
Air to my wind pipe,
Vantage point from which I unwind,
My mind rewinds to the poem I ought to type.
Spiral of dust-
Inspire, I must.
Flight in wind-
Yet flies can’t fly
In this raging wind!
I’m writing a poem;
Right in this phenomenal field
I would write some more
But my ink just spilled!
By: Phanuel Ayelum.
It really is a windy day out here. Just thought I could use the inspiration to patch up some wordplay!!!
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