~ The Unforgiving Teacher ~
~ Experience ~
One late autumn afternoon,I saw a timid wind;a woman,no less,and sorrow was her name.To my surprise,her see-through arms swept me up,and carried away this perplexed soul towards a sombre,shadowy place,full of regret,and chagrin.
Lowered by a silent,gentle gust,then escorted through a Dickensian tour over the cemetery of broken dreams,she ushered me to a gleaming new,forbidding headstone,bearing the chiselled legend,
" Here lies the orphan
Doomed here to lie,now
Never again,shall she suffer still-birth,
For the father,thereof,
Has been issued his worth. "
Whistles of excitement could be heard,as she whipped into a frenzied whirl,then lifted this travelling phantom to the bosom of her typhoon,towards her lover,'cumulus',whence she unceremoniously discarded this soaring spectre upon her aerial cotton,where he lay,in dormant slumber,until the wind changed her name.