Howling spirits,
of auburn and orange.
Your chilling winds,
knock me, and rock me forth.
So unhappy you are,
with the earths changing face.
Do you have a reason,
for your blistering whirlwinds
Has the world done you wrong?
Are you victim to a foe?
Are you angered
by words and their actions?
Or is it your warning,
of things to come?
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