The wind blows, let’s sail


It tickles my skin.
A caress, warm.
Ruffles my hair.
Tenderness felt, soft.

Branches sway.
Leaves rustle.
Soft and loud.
A symphony of nature.

Sea breeze, land breeze.
Power of the wind.
Sails of Windmills turn.
Don Quixote battles them.

Gentle wind, high winds.
A storm, a gale.
Typhoons and hurricanes.
In the eye of the wind.

The sea rages.
Waves high as mountains.
The howl of the wind.
Poseidon holds his trident.

Rainstorms and the rivers.
Autumn leaves fall.
Colours of the wind,
the story of Pocahontas.

The wind blows, unseen.
But you know it’s there.
As gentle or as frightening,
the wind always in motion.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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