Wind


The rust swayed in the dust upon the
gliding South Wind
All movement halted, as if by blessing
time to breathe

My Sorrows had been twice removed and
yet then revived
For as I set my foot out the door,
Misery glided and swayed to the north
as if alive

Thus my anguish remained intense and
true
As the remaining flowers blossomed and
grew
For as my youth
Tragedy was never foreseen but had been
foresought
For on that very day, I knew not what to
love
but how hope revolved

With the West and East Wind carrying the
weight of loss and grief
I found myself indeed
at peace

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