Pounding against my chest, my heart beats thunderous.
I sit here on the wharf, watching the setting of the sun.
In the distance, the fog will be rolling on to shore, wrapping itself on to everything.
The winds are very gusty, stinging against the skin.
My body feels raw in the gusty winds that lash against me like a cat of nine tails.
Whipping me without mercy.
The tempature is 49 degrees but feels colder.
In my ears is the soft sounds of Enya, Engima, and other Celtic melodies.
I can feel that the winds carry more changes and soon my wallet will be filled with more enough monies to last the rest of my life.
Life is a battle, I am victorious and a born conqueriour. It runs in my veins and my blood flows with both conquest and victory.
My thunderous beat of my heart beats of warriors soul.
the winds carry more change and I am stand ready as the sun sits in the horizon.
I sit here on the wharf, watching the setting of the sun.
In the distance, the fog will be rolling on to shore, wrapping itself on to everything.
The winds are very gusty, stinging against the skin.
My body feels raw in the gusty winds that lash against me like a cat of nine tails.
Whipping me without mercy.
The tempature is 49 degrees but feels colder.
In my ears is the soft sounds of Enya, Engima, and other Celtic melodies.
I can feel that the winds carry more changes and soon my wallet will be filled with more enough monies to last the rest of my life.
Life is a battle, I am victorious and a born conqueriour. It runs in my veins and my blood flows with both conquest and victory.
My thunderous beat of my heart beats of warriors soul.
the winds carry more change and I am stand ready as the sun sits in the horizon.
badangela:
I always like reading your blogs. your poetry is so beautiful. I love the wind.
issay:
thanks for the comment on my new set!