The Gentle Strong Wind

The breeze around my ankles
my body not resisting
gentle swaying
caressing me
so natural

caressing all which does not resist
it gets stronger
pulling me along
dragging all which will come
no more a caress
but a force
pulling, pushing
carrying, dragging
wanting
picking up
leaving behind
a force to be reckoned with

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