Sunday, May 13, 2012

That Wind.

The greatness achieved in moments short
and the glory that there never was.
Downs ,then when things were wrong,
more such, and more such was.
From the ground, into the sky
He looked up to ask 'why?'
Wind kissed his silent tears,
more so to wipe them clear.
never to come back the wind passed by
with those moments of inglorious past.


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