...and from the howls I weave my spell. Incantations against an ivory sail. I move with time in Auburn eyes, I sleep with demons in biblical lines. My hands are compassed in directions unknown, towards heaven, hell and eons of old. I carry the hopes of flight through silk waterspells, I capture the whisper dreams in final farewells. My souls beats to a song of falling leaves, my silent voice over azure seas. Your life travels on my meadow wings, vibration trembling in hymns you sing. Anger exhales in torments I seethe, once innocence is lost to violent scenes. I hold your childhood in tethered flight, I haunt the halls of quiet midnight. My strength spins the blades of plateau plains, my caress cools the tears of forgotten graves. A gentle hand in springtime smiles, my fury spinning funnels across catastrophic miles. A pinwheel of color and summer Eve, I am the wind, bow before me....
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