Aquilo Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Aquilo



The winds of disaster
blow solemn and cold,
sweeping away my heart

From out of the North,
reclaiming my soul
—in torment to depart

(West Campus: November,2020)

Monday, November 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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