Modern poems describing the wind

Wind is one of the most common phenomena in nature. The following is my collection of modern poems for your reference only!

A modern poem describing the wind has never been clearly seen by anyone.

Your pace

You come from your hometown, at dusk.

Put it on, the rations left by youth.

Walk out backwards.

Reminder, like a block

A patch without sizing.

Quick canvassing, heavy.

From another country, unknown

Hide it under your arm, it's caught.

Clues to a new life

Under the survival and convection

Spin like a buffalo

Escape in the desert

Thirst, mash

Fragments of the night, hallucinations

Guide lamp

Like an eagle, the wound falls.

Wuyachao camp

Philistinism and grandiosity are double-edged swords that shoot into the heart.

Flashing, intense lightning waves

Scrape off armed scales

Fish became bait for flies.

No one has ever seen it clearly

The trace of your drifting

It seems that all sadness and sadness are related to you.

Uncomfortable degree

come and go in haste

Maybe, just you.

hang on to

Take your temperature.

Knowing you, lonely and hurt.

It was looted.

Modern poetry describing the wind II. World affairs

Most of them follow the trend.

Rumors about the wind and smells related to the wind

Our sense of taste and smell, and our ears.

Even if your eyes are wide open.

You can't tell the truth from the fact.

Rumors come from far away and spread further.

Yellow jokes are very humorous.

Sadness or surprise

Flowers or dust

The true feelings and gossip of big and small people

Spread in the wind.

Smoke suppression one after another on land

A ship wandering in the ocean

Planes flying across the sky

Like a flying saucer.

Plus Trump's election

The wind came in waves.

Dishonest gossip

Fill our ears together

What often adds to our difficulties is

Axe grinder

Reverse black and white out of thin air.

You can make waves without wind.

Our eardrums have lost their elasticity

Speak against the wind

It may not be true.

I'll believe that when I see it.

But our eyes are too tired.

Leaves fall one by one.

What you see is not necessarily autumn.

Spreading the same pollen

Fresh fruit is full of skills.

The saliva of desire deceived us.

Pure and sweet, just the taste of childhood.

How many years have passed, and it is still the truest memory.

Chew everything we perceive.

But found

We are afraid of being in the wind and waves.

We are confused when it is calm.