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Wind Howling

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Published: August 2008

Awoken from my nightmarish dreams,
The sounds of wind howling,
Its fists beating against my windows.

Branches scraping,
Like fingernails against the chilled glass.

Shadows creeping across the room
seeking, searching,
a lost child.

Wind howling still,
Like the ongoing, mournful cry of a wolf,
baying at the full moon.

On and on cries the wind.
Forever searching for ears to listen,
longing to be heard.

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  • Mir Suhail by Mir Suhail
  • 3 years ago

This poem is too beautiful. It gives me a touch of nature

  • Ashleen Romano by Ashleen Romano
  • 2 years ago

Thank you for liking my poem I wrote it when I was 14 years old.

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