The wind

This is my poem about the wind


1. The wind


The wind 

"Haaaaaaaa," echoed the wind as it roamed through the ghost town.

"Gaaaaaarrrrrr," as it made its way through the shattered windows and doors,

" I know you are here, even if you don't reveal your-self.

Its short temper was raving.

So he attacked.

It blew down the dead trees,

Broke the frail buildings.

It knew some one would reply...

They had to.

so it waited awhile,

A while that turned into weeks,

Weeks into months,

Months into years.

The wind knew finally to pass on.

In the distance,

You could hear,

The survivors last breath.

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