A strong wind blows my clothes to the right.
My necklaces swing like pendulums to the side.
I try to rearrange my outfit, but it's all in spite.
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I've no control over the weather tonight.
Hopefully, these commanding gusts subside.
A strong wind blows my clothes to the right.
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This plaza has many workplaces insight.
But my scarf flipped over my head while tied.
I try to rearrange my outfit, but it's all in spite
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I'm not sure what to think of nature's slight.
Why isn't life an ice rink where I can glide?
A strong wind blows my clothes to the right.
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It's hard to fix an outfit without clear sight.
Where's my skirt seam, as well as my pride?
I try to rearrange my outfit, but it's all in spite.
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The wind is my guide, and it's giving me a fright.
Perhaps, it wants me to blindly follow and abide.
A strong wind blows my clothes to the right.
I try to rearrange my outfit, but it's all in spite.
YOU ARE READING
Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
