In the Wind
January 7, 2014
Things are smooth sailing
All still, All silent
Nothing but the wind howling
I think about the past
About the ones I lost
A tear falls down
Where did it come from
You relax, take a breathe
And return to the ride
As for that is all one can do
No time machine to hold or use
No, it won't bring them back,
Only the wind holds a place
The wind calms to a stop
As do the memories
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