Wind Blown Dreams
These could be your dreams
blown like dead leaves over dry ground
by a wind that respects no sanctuary
and leaves no corner of all you hold dear
safe from its probing fingers that churn
all you dreams, all your hopes and memories
into a maelstrom that leaves you spinning
wondering which way you should turn
as days gone by and days yet to be
twist around each other in your mind
and you wonder if you’ll ever see
a day again where this wind doesn’t blow.
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