Tales Of The Wind Poem by Dennis Go

Tales Of The Wind



The wind be my home.
Wild gushes, blowing silence...
Directions all unknown.
Be rested, my troubled spirit.
Be rested, my soul.
For now my life is plenty
Of mockers and preying ghouls.

Pangs to dissever:
Mystic sorcery, necromancy...
Be rested, my troubled spirit.
Be ready, my home.
For now with plain acceptance
Death will knock upon my door.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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