Wind, Is what i call emotions. The rush of dopamine skinned Resetting motions- (slowly) But surely… The speed of rustling as she whistles, The entrance of louder whooshing. Psithurism; The trees and her leaves sing too. In wild calm rushes,a baptism; The chrism, warm and soothing dew. Then bursts abrupt, blustering open wide, A screech, […]