When the wind blows
It leaves some kind of residue
Microscopic dust and pollen particles,
A rustic smell,
Lead-heavy fumes
And sometimes, a taste of death
When the wind blows
I remember running around with sheep
It reminds me swinging on aerial roots
Reminds me of the hour long roundas and kati
Reminds me of the bubbly church dances
Reminds me of the happiness
That new Christmas clothes brought
When the wind blows
I can’t seem to stop wondering
About the promise that is the future
I can’t stop wondering
About when the wind will stop blowing!
Or rather when I will stop hearing
The wind as it blows!
Jep
