Reflections on The Wind

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Reflections

On The Wind

Echoes

Whispers and Whitles

I hear voices

Crying out

From days

Gone by

A time before

I was me

Living another life

Full of lies

For I was not me

I hear those cries

Calling out

In the wind

Of the abandoned soul

I left so long ago

Torturous they are

Pummeling my ears

Giving me no peace

As I remember my life

On this blustery night

Reflections on the wind

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