Matthew Holloway
Cheshire, England
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Upon A Wind

It's there in the far distance
A sound building, growing closer
Whispers becoming screams
Murmurs becoming words
A silence being broken
One page turned
A new one written
Poetry flows like blood
From a freshly cut wound
Pure, alive and honest
It's due, soon to arrive
Life verse soul
Louder, closer, soon to be
Home
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