The winds howl stung
like a babble
of boisterous children
freshly released
from their desks enslavement –
eyes smart and ears burn,
tears stain
our cheeks, our words
disintegrate –
each futile utterance
yields
to the elemental
sound and fury.
We battle on
maintain a noble silence.
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