Oh Wind of Mine

Oh Wind of Mine,
blow my hat away
which has been gathering dust
from winds that have sinned
and steps tread alone in places
where no one has drawn any lines before.

Oh Wind of Mine,
caress my skin
with the feather that fell off a bird
which dared to fly outside the V,
deciding not to return to the nest
when it was dark.

Oh Wind of Mine,
usher a storm
and halt my journey,
like she does
when she arrives at my door,
and I am ready with my bags packed;

about to leave,
I drop my bags.

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