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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Philosophy · #1915764
Words spoken in to the wind of life, just seem to come back.

I am talking in to the wind
I feel the words
Flowing back across my face.

Like sand
Cutting me
Until I bleed.

Children lie broken in the streets
Mothers tears flow
Like a river in the night.

The anger
Of fathers
Comes back to haunt.

Echoes in the wind
Speak of
Sorrow and pain.

I will keep talking to the wind
Mothers and fathers.

No longer
Weep and scream
With pain and anger.

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