Monday, June 13, 2011

Windy Girl

i am a windy girl
a wild refugee of
moors i have never seen
when the fog rolls in
filling my eyes with gray
i embrace the sprite in me
the green isle fey
with silver tentacle tresses
and a taste for tears
the wind hums, screams, cries
inside i wail with it
it becomes me
bonny little girl
standing small
against the wind

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