Wind, Blown
I participated in a gale
The greatest of my life!
Strange atmospheric change
Coming so suddenly
What caused me?
what little I have left!
I say, that such air
get soft.
Morning
so cool
medium warm.
Smooth, so do not listen
Afternoon, burns more
Whips more accurately
Night
throw down, overwhelms, destroys!
But I, I like the winds
accustomed to their weak movements
soon, I felt in my chest
that the wind would be different!
Wind! Gale! Ventana!
Comes blowing from the north
bringing, restless and reckless
a heat that requires all! !
Cold and then hot
will taking
hands and arms
makes whirlwinds!
he passed?
Completely?
And must submit yourself.
such voracity!
It takes everything, nothing is.
Prevails and dominates
Strange Wind! !
Wind! Impatient it is!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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