Only God knows.
You recognize me.
But you have no clue
of my whereabouts.
You don't know.
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But you feel me in your presence.
Where do I come from?
Even your relatives and friends have no clue.
You all are unaware of my heritage.
You all don't know where I am from.
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Everyone knows me as the wind.
You all believe that I'm from heaven.
However, you cannot prove it.
Only God knows.
And my own self.
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Sometimes I blow slowly.
Sometimes I am quick.
Nobody knows where I'm going.
Nobody can tell where I'm from.
Nobody knows
_
you don't know, when I will stop blowing.
I am powerful in my own way.
You are alive because of me.
You breathe my air.
You perish without my air.
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I am strong, but unknown.
I'm a healing tool.
My rage has the potential
to completely destroy you.
through me, you live!
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Comments (2)
This was so freaking powerful! Loved your poem!
A wonderful sad poetry through the wind. When I saw the picture the song I wrote about wind came into my mind.