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In the Mouth of the Wind

Can you hear it?...the rustling mystic sound

Can you feel it?...secrets hidden, bound

Do you sense it?...the night’s invitation, exposed

Can you see it?...rushing swiftly, conceal, impose

In the mouth of the wind, those who covet

On whistling lips, those who crave it

Winds of thirst are them who yearn

Within its stomach, hunger burns

Tearing haltingly at its blistering edge

The breeze wafts to escape its pledge

Secrets hidden in hushed deceit

Diminish mysteries gusts deplete

The eerie mood…wind's prison door

Locked behind human’s sinister encore

Captivated, bound by sealed aggression

Storms ache to spew its opposition

Conflicts the wind yearns to typhoon

The sneaky, the sly, the crafty in tune

Festering winds visibly identifies

Exhaling winds, of humanities cries

Spirit of the Wind pines for harmony

Freeing its mouth from quarrelling hostility

Stealthy, devious, conniving, rations of the storm

The mouth of the Wind laments and mourns