the wind blows strong across the fields
and I feel the house tremble in its power
I feel myself fly with in the fury of the wind
dust flies around and blinds the weak
but I am strong and the wind will have no power over me
if I don't allow it to.
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Classic
PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1
