Wednesday, 13 May 2026

The Silence of Wind


As in the storm,

a cloud split from its cluster,

wandering afar, losing its grip.


Frightened and trembling,

it shivered beneath the sun,

searching for the warmth it once knew.


“Where is the grip?”

it gasped into the restless air,

but the wind carried only silence.


Alone between sky and earth,

it drifted without direction —

a soul untethered in the vastness above.


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