perhaps it lacks the courage to pause

The Wind

The wind blows
and the doors slam
and the wind blows

The papers rattle
and the swings move
and the lights glow
and the wind blows

And the whispers fade
and the dew forms
and the dreams die
and the keys turn
and still

the wind blows

Poetry by Aurora
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Written on 2010-09-11 at 18:53

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Morgan Cellohead
My god the rhythm is brilliant. So continuous, fittingly, like the wind. Eventually I will get over my first-impression awe of this poem and think about what it says a little bit harder. But I won't wait until then to comment.