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A Chill Of Wind And Soul
Captured by the sway of to and fro'
The trees, as the very essence of love
The breeze, leaves blatant dent
Upon the soul
As both become complacently...bent
Exposed to the light of the darkness
Concieved forlorn beyond the realm
of simple reason, or explanation
Lies the faith, ever changing, often misunderstood
Never to be the same
Was it the chill of the wind?
Or the cold of the soul?
Perhaps the need to bleed
The heart, pumps love blood red
Just to prove...it's still alive
Yesterday's triumph becomes tomorrow's defeat
Or was it vice versa?
An answer, would be purely...speculation
© 2002 Dennis Hicks 10/11/02
