The moods of change

The moods of change

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Please accept
I am no more
than what I am.

Be it the breeze
caressing the back
of your neck
or the howl
in winter blowing
in your face.

I make my presence known,
let me play with you.
Don’t get me angry.


Signed. The wind

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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I enjoyed the thought provoking poem which makes you think of a lover’s touch and then realize it’s the wind. A creative and brilliant way to have the reader feel emotions while reading this.

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Light-hearted and lovely, no one want to wind to become a raging tempest ....

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Added on January 11, 2025
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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