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My wind of Spring, is of my birth Blows gently from the eastern mirth As I begin, I take my stance A lifetime, my life long dance. In the summer of my youth The south wind brings the bestial truth I pictured life different somehow My forgotten dreams I must bestow. The coming of autumn winds blow strong A westward strength sets waves on my pond As wee folk enchant my total being For the first time, my life I'm seeing. The north wind brings a bitter sound Like winter, death marching all around I stand alone, when my time has come Hear angels softly as they beat my drum. Lyn ~ August 18, 2003© |
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