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Winds of Change

The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers

all hope seemed lost
a meow from the rubble
a defiant paw

The summer winds sing
of scented night vision scenes
shimmering softly.

I stand alone as
Clouds move across the shy sky
thinking of the way
The forest is like your soul
when the snow falls on me slowly

The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers

We love in a world
of offer and acceptance
Creating contracts
Our misguided intentions
lack of consideration

sky twilight colours
unknown feelings start to come
colours change again
there will be no more warm sun
for the moonlit night has come

Seas separate us;
many places and spaces
between both of us.
Separated by the sea,
an invisible link, one.

Watching the water
Cool crystal clear water flows
towards downriver
Cupping your hands around them
Watching the Tadpoles dancing

You moved me to think
Yesterday I was consumed
by shiny trinkets
Today I think about things
I question the news, my life