The wind blew angry
all through the night
whipping through trees
like hurricane waves
slapping hard against
a sandy shore, reminding me
of my own angry mood
when I lose my temper
or feel misunderstood
The churlish sound
constant and loud
like the night of
the dead on
All Hallow's Eve
pounding my head -
while quiet sleep
escapes my realm
Oh! How I long
for soft lullaby
of gentle breeze
and whispering pines
to sooth my soul
Very soulfully written, Kath!
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