Change, a swift, rushing through me,
warm and deep and violent.
A sudden, sweet, and trying wind.
And carried in the tempest,
pain and parting have tampered with this fool,
and blown away the chaff, revealing what is new.
So here I, tender, worn, and trying to be brave
am basking in the gale
wafting with the scent of summer days.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Change, a swift, rushing through me,
warm and deep and violent.
A sudden, sweet, and trying wind.
And carried in the tempest,
pain and parting have tampered with this fool,
and blown away the chaff, revealing what is new.
So here I, tender, worn, and trying to be brave
am basking in the gale
wafting with the scent of summer days.
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