The Wind

November 3, 2008
The wind shakes the trees
And hurls leaves in all directions.
Laundry billow, desperately
Trying to pull away from the clothes lines.
Dust flies everywhere.
The world is in chaos
Because of the wind.
Then suddenly it stops.
All is quiet.
All is still.
The wind had gone away.
Disappearing like a
Shadow in the night.
But it will be back.
I promise.

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