Original Poems

wind-woven

the wind it weaves its changing spells
the dust it blows from pole to pole
each hope or fear it equal quells
and finds us in our ever-changing roles –

the stunning splendor of the skies
behind the ever-shifting clouds
is waiting for us, we’d surmise
if we could focus mid the swirling crowds –

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