The wind is wild, a bit atrocious
Breathing heavy on my placid visage
Struggling hard to graze my calmness
With its indurated puffs and pillage.
My frantic curls spin with the surge
Insolently besmirch my gravitas
Snubbing my plea to remain servile
Smudge fiercely my dark kohled eyelashes.
My smoky eyes ignore the insensitive blitz
Pivot tacitly on jollities of life
Angst and displeasure melt away silently
Spilling ataraxy on my bijou skiff.
