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#windsofchange
I sit with my face to the sun trying to catch it's warmth But the winds quickly snatches that away I'm quite content right here Under the baby blue sky Sitting in a sea of yellow flowers They almost glow reflecting the joy of the day But nothing breaks the chilly winds of change The flowers scream to the sky As the Sun's rays reach down Like a mother for a child The wind drags in the clouds To blind each other's view Mother Nature starts to cry The flowers bowed thier heads The sun just hides her face For everything knew the winds of Chang where neigh
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Flowers Screaming to the Sky
Did you know That in the snow Despite the glow Our fears Are still there Still holding us near Did you know In the snow The fear still grows Even when it's covered Under beautiful snow smothered Just beneath the surface can be discovered Did you know In the snow The winds of change still blow You can try to foget It will still make you sweat It will still make you pay that debt Did you know In the snow The fear will still make your blood run cold
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Cold Hard Fear
The winds of change are coming soon. You can already see them starting to affect the moon. The winds of change make the days shorter and nights colder. Not that that's a bad thing. It can make people want to be closer than shoulder to shoulder. To the trees, the winds of change are like school bus drivers. the breeze carries their leaves away, drops them safely on the ground, then returns them bright and new when spring rolls back around. Change can be scary. But not all change is bad. Just think of the pumpkins and cider and good times to be had.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Winds of change
Stillness. Interrupted by the howl of the wind, unseen, now hear, then feel. Apathy. Disrupted by piercing of my skin like blades of sharpened steel. Existence. Corrupted by the wind’s chill within, shattering the ideal. Emotions. Erupted from the internal din of feelings to reveal. Stillness. Interrupted by baring to the wind what I could not conceal.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Winds Of Change
Through all this, We must have hope. Through all the pain and torture, Physical and emotional. Through all the hatred and horror, In person and on social media. Whether face to face, or non-verbal, We stand strong. We stand together. Through trials and triumphs, We come out together. Hand in hand we march and sing. Hand in hand we'll make a change. Already, I can feel the winds shifting. Through all this, We still have hope.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
I wrote this for you...