An angry wind

Whips across the Steppes,

Disturbing ancient bones,

Demanding answers from Ghengis

About lost Chin empires.

It sweeps across deserts

Waking Pharohs

And dead slaves, alike.

Losing anger

It sails across oceans

Conversing deeply

With leviathans

On the meaning of life.

It reaches land

As a gentle breeze,

Teasing the soft silver hair

Of a secret lover,

Telling her to keep faith,

To kiss the wind,

And her dreams will come true.

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Owain Glyn