Wild wind

Sweeping over the silent blooms

the wild wind sways and croons,


an indivisible, invisible breath

concealing a thousand deaths,


uncovering the ancient graves

of long, lost forgotten slaves,


a zephyr to calm your zeal

to relinquish and to slowly heal.

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