The Transparency of Wind

 

The Transparency Of Wind

The blue of the sky,

Is whatever but very high.

The transparency of the air,

Is whatever but very fair.

This blues and transparency is free,

Of entering any leaf and leaving any tree.

Of infertile -ing every hill and saturating every lea,

Is free of being trapped in a pea.

Or is also free to burst out the container forcing it to not to be free.

From the Durbar of king Charles to the broken house of a slave,

It is common for every pyre and every grave.

From the breathe of any rich,

To the exhale of any poor.

Noone could stop the wind's tour.

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