My first magazine savage_wind_final__3 | Page 16

S AVA G E W I N D A FACE Hiding your face behind the blind You laugh like a hyena Goldwinged seagulls Rain soaked dusk Merging with the dust of time And mud of memory I plunge into you Feel me, break me Lay silently Watching the sunset My tongue grew numb Blood in your lips Lonely rain Turned to Hungry spring 16