This cannot be bartered or sold —
The predator’s instinct, the wind catcher’s soul.
No one can strip it away or destroy,
The power to see dust in the dark, without light’s decoy.
It’s woven within from the very first breath,
As swift as the rays defying all death.
The art of embracing a motion so fine,
That remains out of reach, elusive, divine.
A peculiar trait of a wandering mind,
To track down a thought and leave nets behind.
Naivety won’t let the common man see,
Or harness the power of this mystery.
I didn’t buy it, I didn’t steal,
It wasn’t a bargain, it wasn’t a deal.
By God’s own permission, through Mother’s grace,
The Wind Catcher’s gift was bestowed in this place.
The Wind Catcher
© Copyright: Алёна Гаштольд, 2026
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