Winds Of Change Poem by David Wood
Winds Of Change
Calm winds can be a blessing
Or a curse when they blow hard.
My morning tea and toast has
Been disrupted by intrusion.
The wind has blown in disruption
Distancing me from my thoughts
Of her smile, or her eyes where
My spirit wanders free.
Before me sits a dull monolith.
Which will not move.
Perhaps the wind may be clearer
In the afternoon, time will tell.
The hard blow of a calm wind! Original! ! Intuitive now that I've been exposed!
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4/24/2024 5:54:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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