It broods no good, I can tell
this dark wind, that comes from the west
as the night falls
hard on my mind.

I am lost in the longing
with no guiding light
in these harsh times
to lead me home.


but soon,
the sun would come up from the east
and sweep away the dark
and wordlessly the birds
would fill the sky
like a thousand poems
come to life.

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