Le Vent

I first wrote this as a two-liner when I was eight; I then expanded it to the current format. I love the breeze of open windows, but walking against gusts of wind is quite frustrating!

Le Vent

The wind collapses against my fizzy sorrows,
He never thought I could compete.

His brisk whiskers unravel my locks,
I fight whilst he mocks, 
I fight his deceit.

Shapeless and insipid,
The wind strolls aimlessly,
His rage equals his frustration
To never be seen yet to be known
As the oxygen of hurricanes,
The dissipation of the rain.

The wind inhales a few oceans
Before spewing them back out in disguise. 

The wind wonders and sighs,
He forever sighs and whimpers why is it he never got to be the sun...

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