The Winds' Cries
Right before dawn,
I open my eyes,
to listen to the winds’ cries.
He howls with pain.
He sheds his tears.
He begs for forgiveness,
but only thy unknown hear.
I then close my eyes
And try to listen,
but it’s far too late,
for she has gone to another dimension.
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