poetry, prose

Wind

Ah! The Wind.

I have always envied the Wind.

He has the power to make the trees sway, and lead the entire forest into an opera.

He empowers the seas to give birth to the strongest waves.

He is bathed with the scent of success and victory of all men.

But most of all,

He sneaks in with his gentle surprises through her window.

He can stroke her hair while she lays on her hammock.

He can fill her with kisses from her head down to her heels.

And that always makes her feel happier, freer, even more alive than ever…

The way I know I never can.

— Inspired by Paulo Coelho’s Master Work, “The Alchemist” —

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