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The breeze

Lifts my locks with ease

And sings to me

In a breathy howl:


Hear my sound

And Reject me now

Or beg for me later

It’s your choice


But you’ll come looking for me

When it’s hot

Then you’ll be repulsed by me

When it’s cold


I eat away at the skin

And I am too flexible to hold

I am…

The ever-changing wind


Love always, Esha ❤








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