"Metaphor for a Broken Heart"

Michael Lecesse


A Strong wind not yet having oblivion
Known to the dead, as hollow.
They see the halo, as it falls off
It glows with moonlight in shadow
Unseen but not unknown
The aftermath could never be dreamed
Pacifying but filled with rage
The light temporarily sets a lulled state
And it will have silence
Only to edify from the breeze to be bold once more
Wind, the inspiration to get drunk with misery


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