The wind is come to sojourn once more
Delivering tidings from far away, yonder.
It expires its breath and wheezes veracity.
Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed
As the wind calls out its blustery voice
And those who listen will know it well.
The legend told is one of timeworn myth
But nought can change, save for illusions,
And he who walked before us also follows.
The wind is come to visit this day
To test our faith and inquest our soul
For the wind that comes to call, this day, knows all.
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Author:
ASJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2021 16:27
- Category: Surrealist
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And we who survive the ill wind shall know more than we thought. We were tested and stood our ground.
Quite right da, we take the wind for granted but it is there for a reason.
Kind regards, Alan
That wind can bring us knowledge and experience to bring us to the place we are today.
Andy
Sub umbra alarum tuarum.
Words you know so well Steve.
Ex Animo, Alan
Query - Steve?
Andy
Sorry Andy, too late to edit when I noticed my mistake - mea culpa.
Ex animo, Alan
Good write Alan.
Thank you Steve, did it blow you away?
Ex animo, Alan
Yes lol, cos I am from antiquity - I'm centuries old you know.
Antiques Show - do I know it? I am in it, as an exhibit! lol.
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