Poetry
The Wind’s Only Recourse
The wind afire
Like a wild mare's ire,
Breathless in its heat
Which nothing can defeat,
Flying through windows
Banging through doors;
Ripping at branches
Threatening to tilt arches.
Smashing, growling and howling with full force
Only to know death as its only recourse.
Untara Shakira is a Literature Major and bibliophile. She also loves her cats and her coffee.
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