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Breath of Change I was only jesting, biding my time and spreading myself thin. Anxious with thoughts of yet another day, not ever suspecting the winds that change, nor the sour notes within me that play. Around the corner-post barked a subtle gust of the whirlwind's breath... clanging chimes hang limp and strained. It sweeps along a dusty path, sucking in old leaves that lie brandished and gray... pulls itself into a twisting shroud, throttling my interest at bay. "I didn't ask for its coming; things old and laid should stay and not be disturbed." I rush to stand inside His swirl, thinking maybe no one sees. Feel the force, it jolsts all around me... leaves, dirt, and memories wherever He please! |
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