Wind Of No Change Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Wind Of No Change



I can hear the wind;
The mournful, eyes-down stirrings
Now denied a light losse dance.
It sighs through empty alleys,
Stroking buildings all in grey.
Caress my shoulders sadly,
Or is your laugh the same?

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