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Thursday, 22 August 2013

Wind by Logan

The wind is a school bully, bending trees in agony.
It is a lasso, whipping around my head, ready to strike.
It beckons me to stay, telling me not to go.
It kidnaps the leaves, and takes hem on a tour of the world.
My heart sinks as the clouds stroll away, and the wind takes the stage.



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