Words

where is the wind? I need a friend to listen

then spread my heated words to distant lands
to not offend those who caused my anguish
where is the wind? whispering in my ear
on a sunny day, in a flower filled meadow
watching the clouds float by, without a thought
where is the wind? To make the bamboo dance
against the windows, and build mounds in the corners of my mind,
like heaps of words waiting to be written
where is the wind? to blow out the stale air filled with rumination
the wind from the north, fresh air, will clean out dusty corners
and fill them again with different words

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