Whisk - whispered winds
At the window again
Gale - gushing tactics
Till silence - be stilled
Ignored for a moment
Quiet deception
Eavesdrops the coming
Random rhythms running
The speachless voice
At the window again
Hinting for attention
I am the wind
I am coming in
An effect of potency
To rattle my state, sound
Through the screen race
Turn the breeze to poet
Heavy consuming words devour
Into mind invade
Yet I still cannot discern, just now
Just what is has to say.
©nirajbaral
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