
Words are wind.
George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows.
Wind is blowing,
I need to keep flowing.
Breathing lonely, longing to be seen,
This soul has also cognized days like these.
Perhaps, this wind is of change?
I was never from myself, so estranged.
Strands of my hair moving with the wind,
Hurting my eyes, like thorns, each moment.
Wind has a soily smell,
Maybe it was about to rain,
for my heart was already pouring,
Or
Perhaps, it smelled of starting again.
Like a light feather, I float again.
I rise again.
I rise again!
-Ananya Shanker ©2020
(All rights reserved)
I think it must’ve been the wind for now, I know that I need to soar high above all. The dreams that matter, the people I love and the wind of change. I shall rise, you shall rise. To anyone in trouble, everything is gonna be fine soon. It has been a pretty tiresome week for me as well, encountered some pretty cocky and condescending people. Never settle for less. Lots of love! ❤️ To the people who followed my blog, thank you! Big hug. Until next time, take care.
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Wow! Amazing work!
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Thank youuuu❤
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This poem is amazing Nice words♥️
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Thank you so much! 🤎
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Wow amazing keep it up!!
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Thank you Kavsss! ❤
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That rhythms, actually too good Ananya!! 😁😁
Blowing-flowing
Changed- estranged
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Thank you w all my heart! ❤
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