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Fickle as the Wind
Life is as fickle as the wind,
Spinning you upside down one moment,
Sending you crashing down in a dizzy tornado the next.
Friends are as fickle as the wind,
Running alongside you until a warmer front comes along,
Leaving you alone and cold in a barren, windless plain.
Why does the wind leave me stricken by a heartless hurricane?
Perhaps it is because hurricanes have only a single eye, and not a heart.
Perhaps mercy is left and ignored by the wind, like a leaf caught on its busy coattails.
Perhaps this is the way of the wind.
The wind cannot be still.
Forever restless, it tugs and toys with my heartstrings,
Blowing a gust of dandelion seeds to fool me, and then rushing back with storms
again;
A whirlwind of confusion as it swells up and swallows me,
Lifting me up and up and up;
Showing me how small I really am and how huge the wind is,
Showing me that I am just another leaf, wrapped up in its blustery breeze,
Held aloft by puppet-strings as it blows a torrent of trickery against my cheeks.
So when the wind drops me, and I free-fall to the unforgiving earth,
I close my eyes and go peacefully.
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