THE WIND...A Pantoum
I turned around and went out,
mistaking the wind for your voice.
Here I am, I cried.
And I danced in its arms with delight.
Mistaking the wind for your voice,
the breeze started pushing me back,
and I danced in its arms with delight.
Why would I need any more?
The breeze started pushing me back,
a beat surged in my blood.
Why would I need any more
to keep my ardor going forever?
A beat surged in my blood,
I felt your hand in mine
to keep my ardor going forever.
Did you know you were at my side?
I felt your hand in mine,
it's been this way before.
Did you know you were at my side
or has my dream just faded away?
It's been this way before.
Here I am, I cried.
Or has my dream just faded away?
I turned around and went out.
A Pantoum is a poetic form that first appeared in the 15th Century, in Malaysia. It can be of indefinite length and is made up of specific repetition.
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