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And Then The Wind Blows...

The life that oozes out in small strips of minutes often gathers courage, braces up, chugs, and starts a soft run home... and then the wind blows. Time heals old wounds and makes ways for new ones to grow... and then the wind blows. In hurried glances, I look at those who chose to stay behind, ensuring that they stay there... and then wind blows. Every time I have a page inked, I turn a new leaf to begin anew, and the wind blows. Every time I keep the beads aside and chose to bury the dead, the wind blows!
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  1. nothingprofoundFebruary 9, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    Wonderful, as always! "And then the wind blows..." The wind never leaves anything alone.

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