A Simple Thought




My thoughts drift upon the wind.
They sway with the mighty oak.
They flicker along the blades of grass.
They shine and smile in the sun.
They shiver and hide in the rain.
The wind is a gentle weak breeze.
The wind is wicked and strong.
My thoughts, they drift upon the wind.

Screaming Banshee

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