I see the wind
Blowing
It's delicate hands
Flowing
Manuevering through autumn's leaves
Passing through the sun's sleeves
And I see it tumbling, playing,
A kitten, laughing with time
It's fingers fumbling, dancing,
A peacock in its prime
The breeze is so smooth
A stream of trickling air
As a gale might soothe
A spark that wants to flare
Can you see it caressing the grass?
Can you watch it go, alas!
Until the leaves rustle once again,
The wind returns,
My sightless friend
A contest entry
- Free verse poems .. by Manoj Sanyal.
450 points, ended August 7, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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nice poem.
good luck

