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11-18-02





I pray the Lord



To shew the idle



Fingers of the wind



Binding in my hair



It’s fingertips



Putting me



Upon a disarray



Although I’m not deceived



It’s frosty breath bites my



Cheeks fiercely



Giving them some colour



I try to call you back



But I cannot rebuke the wind!



It blows the leaves of my



Soul across the pavement



Of humanity



And screams silently



Between the branches



Pushing my mind onward



To hidden sections



You make me shiver



Foul wind!



I call you back,



But I cannot rebuke you



For none will ever be as free



As the wind