- whimsical wind -
2015.09.20 00:22
Oh,
you are my smooth southern breeze...
no,
you are my cold northern wind...
no,
you are my eastern dawn gale...
no,
you are my western hurricane...
Oh my dear!
Heaven knows only your wind's direction,
right-about face, unexpected actions,
my meteorological tools freaked out,
my storm harm aches' profanity is loud,
while cursing I lick my deep scars
with main desire of a wind-lull.