A wind flows through this fortress
Bent on finding release
Where through the slits deception seeps in
Fighting for dominion
This present breath is sustenance
Pulsing inspiration through the halls
To every room that needs it
A single loop of air
Is a vacuum’s ventilation
2 comments:
Open the door and let the wind escape
Let it outside, stir up the fallen leaves
Like belly-butterflies,suddenly alive again
Memories of summer's past
I enjoy reading your poems a lot!
Thankfully, you started posting again.
Inspiration regained?
Simone.
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