Wind

The wind is blowing hard,

As if trying to split the ground,

The wind pierced my heart,

Like a sword without its sheath,

The wind blows hard,

Trying to shake up my ground,

A part of me wishes for the wind,

To pierce through my skin,

The feisty rustling of leaves,

Fills my mind with peace,

The cold stabbing on my skin,

Leaves a deep imprint,

The wind blows hard,

The wind blows cold,

But it fills me with joy,

As it slowly destroys .....