A gust of wind,
Blew my hair.
All the strands stood up,
Like a writer’s flare.
A gust of wind,
Blew the wrappers of my donut,
Leaving the sticky cream of the donut on my hands.
A gust of wind,
Brought a leaf Into my hands,
Which was red in colour,
And it was from a Maple branch.
A gust of wind,
Blew our pain away,
And filled those gaps with bliss, happiness and light.
Adios!
A very good post.