Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Monday, December 6, 2021

"The wind"

I listened to the wind while on its way
It whispered through the trees as if to say
The whirlwind's coming, as it always does 
All things will change, with nothing as it was
The spinning of the wheel of fate and time
As ages pass, 'tis not the chaos mime
The signal breeze is all that you will feel
As sighing trees surround you when you kneel
Partake of love, partake of life and will
For, through it all, the wind will be there still

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