It’s a place where the wind blows
Leaves lush and green
Flutter and float, attuned to nature’s temper,
Dancing in rhythm with the slightest breeze.
To shadow or to glory, move forth they will at your whims,
Through earth and rain, joy and pain.
Stop and search, search yourself.
And just for a second, give way to transgressions seemingly innocent.
Let down your guard, feed forbidden desires,
Feed long enough and fall to the mercy of the lurking darkness.
Leaves, chained and free
Rage and tear, disassemble and rearrange
Behold the silent battle
As senses are seduced, reduced by evil
When primal instincts collide and balance is tipped to the dormant side.
It’s a place where the wind blows,
A miasma of evil, misinformation, poisoned treacle.
Leaves, brown and withered
Blown around the corner.
Watch them drift towards destiny as fate rambles behind, stalking.
Clocks tick as pages are turned.
Old fades to make place for new.
An Age is spent in the realm of gloom.
A drink, a bite, tired bones
And I reach a forked one-way road.
Caught at the crossroads of blight and retribution.
Stop and search, search yourself.
And just for a second, try and fight the dust and mist.
An ephemeral glimpse of the past.
A flash of the future.
A prick of light through persistent darkness.
A glimmer of hope and a baby’s first cry…gently tugging at your heartstrings.
It’s a place where the winds blow.
Winds of change.
Leaves, russet in their autumnal pride
Withered, but not yet dry
Stirred by winds of moisture and revival,
Strengthened by lessons in humility and pain.
It’s a place where the wind blows.
Leaves lush and green
Break free and glide with newfound grace
Back home, now a step higher.
Attuned to nature’s temper, in rhythm with the slightest breeze.
Standing strong
Through earth, pain, joy and rain.
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Submission Name: Sojourn
