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The Wind Makes Me Cry

because I cannot hear her song

By Rosie J. SargentPublished 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read
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The wind makes me cry because I cannot hear her song.

It is a whisper?

A wail?

Maybe humming?

I could be wrong.

The wind makes me cry because I wish I could be a bird,

Belonging to the sky,

I would be hers.

My arms would become my wings,

My fingers - my feathers.

I will rise as she will sing;

Always there in all the weathers.

Is it always the same wind no matter where I go?

Or is each current a different ego?


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About the Creator

Rosie J. Sargent

Hello, my lovelies! Welcome, I write everything from the very strange to the wonderful; daring and most certainly different. I am an avid coffee drinker and truth advocate.

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  • Dana Stewart11 months ago

    The title drew me in, it’s fantastic. The poem is beautiful!

  • Joelle E🌙11 months ago

    This is so gorgeous Rosie. I love your rhyming style too, we don’t see enough of it anymore. Thanks for sharing 👏🏼

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