Written Jan.08
The wind whispers, screaming,
calling out to me, I'm sure.
I can't believe what I'm seeing
and I can't take it anymore!
Oh! how I want to follow!
Oh, I need to hear!
I can't wait-- they'll be gone tomorrow!
It's everything I've feared!
The wind whispers, crying.
I can sense every word.
Reaching, oh, how I'm dying!
This feeling has become absurd!
This crying, dying wind
whispers, calling to me!
I need to follow where it sends,
but it soon will cease....
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