Poem: The Secret of the Wind

In the whispers of yesterday

I hear you calling my name

I hear the sound and turn away

Then turn and walk towards today

My name fades fades fades

The winds at my back

leaves rustle

my hair dances

my name fades fades fades

the wind disturbs the sound

carries it tosses it warps it muffles it

the words in the wind’s path wind up withered

away from my ear, they disappear.

the past, then, cannot haunt me.

The wind has carried it away

So I shall walk into today, everyday

with the wind as my faithful bodyguard

Obscuring the things I don’t need to hear

Bullying the sounds out of existence

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Poem: The Secret of the Wind

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