the wicked wind came howling tonight,
a squall that shook me to my bones
the moon pierced through the stormy clouds,
and i sighed deeply as the wild wind
whipped and moaned
take away the memory of him
i begged the fierce wind as it shrieked,
but it seemed to laugh as only tempests can
leaving stains of dust ‘cross my pallid cheek
how haughty is the wicked wind
to laugh with such disdain
at a love gone cold and a heart deceived
no sympathy did it feign
Borders by Kalandra
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 
hi MJ,
hope you’re getting along well at your place! Mike
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Hi Mike,
Thank you so much. Yes, getting adjusted. It does take a while!
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The storm without and within! The video looks intriguing — I’ll check it out as soon as I can.
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Thanks, Camilla. I’ll catch up to your lovely posts soon as well. It’s been exceptionally busy lately.
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UTTERLY haunting!! I love it! And it reminds me of Edna St. Vincent Millay: “Praying to God for death by drowning/One salt taste of the sea once more.”
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I will check out Edna St. Vincent Millay 🙂
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