The Wind Comes In
Corey Lynn
Posts: 681
The wind comes in,
I’m turning
A stranger with these bones
A multitude of milestones
A fleeting thought
Is home
The crowd comes in still yearning
For hands to grasp
I lie
A stranded stark reflection
Falling toward the sky.
The sound comes in
returning
A reminder of that day
A distance red with enemies
A sharp
Misled
Display
The winter warns of magic
Dark enclosing night
Harrowing
Destruction
Racing toward
the light.
I’m turning
A stranger with these bones
A multitude of milestones
A fleeting thought
Is home
The crowd comes in still yearning
For hands to grasp
I lie
A stranded stark reflection
Falling toward the sky.
The sound comes in
returning
A reminder of that day
A distance red with enemies
A sharp
Misled
Display
The winter warns of magic
Dark enclosing night
Harrowing
Destruction
Racing toward
the light.
If I knew where it was I would take you there. There's much more than this
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