Metaphor.


I am the Wind


I am the wind
I know no boundaries,
I spend a day in Beijing,
The next in Honolulu,
I caress your skin
You allow me to touch you
When before there was only distance,
I am the wind
I know no boundaries.



September 6, 2009
© Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-09-07 at 05:59

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