The
wind blows, the wind blows
The
wind blows, the wind blows,
High
wind blows outside;
But
also my thinking
There
is a wind that devours you.
There
is an intimate intention
That
riot in my being
And
make my heart
What
a wind wants to sweep away;
I
don't know if there are branches lying
Down
in the thunderstorm,
If
feet off the ground
In
a breath where everything is the same.
From
the branches that fell there
I
only know that there are hurts and pains
Intended
not to be
More
than a flowering.
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