Can you hear the wind It calls each of us only once. Listen again Listen… Be still once more There it is You can barely hear it But it calls us Chances lost Time is past Will I hear it ever again No, the time has past The wind always moves Never ending Always changing The wind is different now Slower, calmer, almost dead Just as we become Listen again Listen…
Reason for writing:
This poem reflects opportunites and time lost.
Birth sign: Leo
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