The Wind And I
I talk to the wind.
It talks to me.
I say, 'What are you doing? '
It answers 'blowing free.'
I ask the wind
'Where are you blowing? '
It answers fiercely
'Where you can't see.'
The wind says to me
'Where are you going? '
I say 'inside,
where you can't be.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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