Whisper Of Endless Wind
© Surazeus
2018 10 04
Wind blows people through maze of city streets
like orange leaves that fall from bare black trees.
When we crumble to dust in wind of time
what do we leave behind but words we sing?
Who will read our dreams we carve on tree trunks,
singing our words to give us life again?
Rain soaks roots of trees that sprout new green leaves
who sing in clear whisper of endless wind.
© Surazeus
2018 10 04
Wind blows people through maze of city streets
like orange leaves that fall from bare black trees.
When we crumble to dust in wind of time
what do we leave behind but words we sing?
Who will read our dreams we carve on tree trunks,
singing our words to give us life again?
Rain soaks roots of trees that sprout new green leaves
who sing in clear whisper of endless wind.
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