WIND IN THE CITY

Wind in the city is toxic
Wind in the city is filthy
Wind in the city is unhealthy
Wind in the city has tentacles
They creep and crawl right through your skin
Down your nose
Blanket your lungs in a chocking poison
Wind in the city is grave

Wind in the country is clean
Wind in the country is soothing
Energizing
Revitalizing
Conducive to endless night long conversation over hot cocoa and warm fuzzy sweaters
Wind in the country is nurturing
Giving life to every moment of childhood
Replenishing the incandescent sanity we so hungrily hold on to in the city

Wind in the city is erratic
Spitting libel here, spitting propaganda there
Ever infecting the clean surroundings
Stagnating progress in the name of progress
Wind in the city is callous
It takes no prisoners
It carries around a deadly lust
Particles of danger floating around like pathogens
Eager to penetrate the most sacred of crevices
Her people constantly lusting
A love hate saga infused with danger

Wind in the country is healing
Invigorating even the tiniest microcosm
Cleansing the most sickened of hearts
Smoothing over the roughest of minds
Licking the most repulsing of wounds
Nourishes the soul
Stings with the call to adventure
constantly serving up a blank slate to the tired mind
Wind in the country is divine

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