Wind

To day a wind blew my way
A wind that told a story
It was a cold wind
With a cold story

My eyes filled with tears
As the wind blew
I could feel its fears
And all its pain

Something was familiar
It was the wind
I knew its story
I was its story

"The cold story is not you." he said
"You are the wind."

Pleas comment or rate if you want, this poem is under construction and i would like to hear any ideas or critisisum.