COLD WINDS
The Sensation of touch by the invisible dead
Passing through the spine
The soothing peace around it led
In thrall of thoughts divine

The blurry vision of the wood around
The sudden breaks in cold
The moving and calming sea like sound
The Scene around gets odd

The outraged innocence of the one
It’s deprived love for earth
Maybe the typical predictions made for fun
Angers the wind by birth.