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The wind, a king
When the wind blows,
My heart, entranced in a lapse of time,
In silence, beats faster
And grows everlastingly stronger.
The trees bow before
An unknown king
Of times lost long ago
And birds fly, swept by his robe.
This king that is invisible to eyes
Is kind of soul but strong and brave,
He howls when cruelty strikes,
Yet gently blows when things go right.
All creatures know him
And yet, they don't.
For he remains hidden
From dawn 'till dusk.
However, his prescence alone is felt
Throughout the world who holds him dear,
And feeling surpasses the view,
Strenghtens believe and courage too.
The king remains with us
And walks through our journey
Unseen yet there and known to be
When the wind blows
All things are filled with glee.
Personally, I really like it.
Personally, I really like it. I like it because it alludes to a "great spirit" of some kind...but does not force a belief of that spirit. It simply says that it exists, and that all beings feel it's presence. There is nothing else to say!!
I like it. :-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you :)
You are a really kind person! Thank you very much.. I wish people would comment more on my poems but strangely enough your comments are more than enough :D