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Winds and Boot Steps

Whistle of the winds

Through dark streets

I can hear them feel them

Air in movement

Portraying change

That floods my inner being

As I walk and walk

It muffles my boot steps

Shadows flicker

Distorting my view

But still I move in unseen flight

Passing the door

I once knew so well

The winds of change

Mask my journey

I hold my hand up

Whisper words in step

“I  shall pass you yet again”

“But you know I am close”

Whirlwind of journeys

That meet a dead end

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