Winds

The winds blow restless,

relentless, across the flailing land

and the boiling, tossing sea,

and bend the trees that stand

stoic in this unforgiving path.

 

The winds roar as they always have,

and wake my sleep and cause me

to listen to that power that has

always been and ever will

whip the land that is its slave.

 

30/9/2017

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