The wind is naughty,
It fools around with everybody,
Shaking every leaf,
Violent of purpose,
Single-minded in its own force,
and unselective touches of everything before.
The mind is a copy cat of that,
It swings back and forth, sideways or backwards,
Undoing what’s given, smothering,
Unmaking in its wake,
Moving forward in light of destruction,
What a hard downpour.
Linking this to Funny Bunny Fridays, Week 5:
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