aniket22
Favoured Frenzy
The wind met her on a quiet hill,
Tangled her hair with a restless will.
She turned to speak, but he flew past,
A lover too fleeting, never to last.
He whispered stories she couldn't keep,
Scattered them wide like fallen sleep.
Yet in her silence, he found form—
A breath, a gust, a gathering storm.
She walks now with his name in air,
The scent of freedom in her hair.
Wind and her — no chain, no tether,
But still, they dance the world together.
Tangled her hair with a restless will.
She turned to speak, but he flew past,
A lover too fleeting, never to last.
He whispered stories she couldn't keep,
Scattered them wide like fallen sleep.
Yet in her silence, he found form—
A breath, a gust, a gathering storm.
She walks now with his name in air,
The scent of freedom in her hair.
Wind and her — no chain, no tether,
But still, they dance the world together.
. So many vivid vibes . Wind and her, dancing freely . Beautiful imagery .
