Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult

~ Vera Nazarian

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A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

~ Kamand Kojouri

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The breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

~ Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gibran Breath Of Life Hand Of Life Life Light Sun Sunlight Wind Windy

The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Richelle E. Goodrich Breeze Poetry Richelle Richelle E Goodrich Richelle Goodrich The Wind Wind Wind Quotes Windy

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all?

~ Ishmael Emmanuel Balfour

Ishmael Emmanuel Balfour Alone Cold Life Love Road Windy Wonder

The lamp hummed:'Regard the moon,La lune ne garde aucune rancune,She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.She smoothes the hair of the grass.The moon has lost her memory.A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,Her hand twists a paper rose,That smells of dust and old Cologne,She is aloneWith all the old nocturnal smellsThat cross and cross across her brain.The reminiscence comesOf sunless dry geraniumsAnd dust in crevices,Smells of chestnuts in the streets,And female smells in shuttered rooms,And cigarettes in corridorsAnd cocktail smells in bars.

~ T.s. Eliot

T.s. Eliot A Night On Rhapsody Windy