The Wind Passes Over It, And Its Gone


A quiet repose
A moment in time that the wind blows through my heart
The memory of time gone by, soothing my tired mind
Warm grasses, blown in sweeping patterns across the fields swirl in patterns like water
Like a thousand years before me and thousands after
It continues its dance, in spite of me

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