Wind of the End
Blows by but at a stand still
Wind rustle the light varied leaves that hustle
Energies that lack speed as I remain motionless
Birds fly as eyes grow dim
Wind of the end, couldn't be.
Feelings of first winds never come again
Leaves once heard fall silent
Birds did fly forever still I lie
Wind of the end came as I stood by
I failed to discern winds of change
After years and days unfurl;
From infancy, to adolescent years, puberty and the other phases of life twist and twirl;
all run adrift like feathers resting easy on forgotten the wind gusts
they all carry time away to a prepared resting place years.
Far from the time or conscious thinking minds as seldom does
A youthful mind consider death.
How did I miss the final gust of life?
Winds do end like days do end.
They run they run but when and where?
Know, I just don't know.
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