Winds That Change

Matters little the time of year,

though today is different.

I can hear voices

chatting along exterior walls,

the windows rattling,

the winds whistling.

I’m in the comfort of my home,

but even then

the deception of peace

can be misinformed,


a constant illusion.

Winds of change,

do always haunt me

the shrill song,

asking me to live them


without any question.

The winds of change,

always remind me.

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