The first wind of fallA Poem by Moataz El SakkarMy encounter with my favorite wind in the yearBy the window, lost in thought I always had nights like those Never questioned it, nor tried to get free Never once did I stop to hear Every windmill turning in my mind Every move my delusion of impulse makes By the window I stood lost in thought The clock ticked past 3 looking rather pale And the first wind of fall just passed me by The first wind of fall - Moataz M. El Sakkar © 2018 Moataz El Sakkar |
StatsAuthorMoataz El SakkarCairo, EgyptAboutA man who knows what he wants, and sticks to what he knows. more..Writing
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