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i walked through Wind
by Emily Tongi walked through Wind
this afternoon
pleasant enough, though not
for me to understand
this Frozen Powever i cannot see
rushing towards me.
rushing, rushing
through my hair, through
my face, through
my being.
the cold rips at my eyes,
splashing hair upon neck
like black lace floating around me.
choose i did not
whether to cover
my skin, or let the Wind
beat openly upon me,
chilling my bones, yet making
me feel
alive. 02/06/2007 Posted on 02/08/2007
Copyright © 2023 Emily Tong
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/08/07 at 04:19 AM Again, really great use of style. This really feels like a narration to some great scene. I don't know if that makes sense or not. Excellent work. |
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