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Winds

By , Mansfield, TX
The wind whips my hair around my face

and I clutch my jacket closer-

one

last

defense.

But the fabric flutters around me,

and I feel no warmth.

It's so cold here,

but I lost my map on the way

home.

The hair in my eyes, I am blind.

I clench my fists together

and stumble to a halt.

A light flashes, fades away.

I thought I saw you the other day,

but then you turned and walked away.

Despairing, I fall to my knees,

and cover my face in shame.

I wish I'd never left-

regrets that never end.





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