segunda-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2026

Stolen by midnight wind

 I'm on the main avenue
The wind has kicked up
Hot and angry like it just passed a furnace
Now it's telling me to get away

My shirt is torn 
apart from the wind the night is hushed
It pushes me off my balance 
I am quite possibly going to fall

But the grass and trees stay still
As if the wind singled me out
I take the jacket off
The wind goes through me

I can't dance to the music in my mind
Streetlights blink slowly
Wind so vicious
Where should I be

I can't fly
I am not immortal

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