Wind.
Distant flutter, flags wave
Rolling like thunder
Dust chases my shadow
Wall of white approaches
Reality disappears
The shroud of white covers
Lost in the present
The hiss begins to roar
Close my eyes
Hide from the beast
Inside I feel the wind
A tide of change
Brewing like a storm
Open my eyes to see
A new world around
Washed clean
Covered in dust
Like a burial site
reborn
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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