No Contain

March 22, 2018
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It blows every day through the fields, 

on some a light, others a ruthful battle,

it contains power of unknowing love but hate, 

it sings a beautiful song that gently cools your face,

on other times when the sun is up then down,

it brakes through any in oneself's path,

it dances lovely, though a twirl recks the lifes of many now lonely without shelter in which to hide, it sways the leaves of trees and can not be held at a stop,

it has no contain.

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