the wind of beating its wingstrees swaybuildings brace themselvesto the groundsurrounded by the soundof tales and wailslike time-torn sails,the wind tries to singbut keeps forgetting wordsdoing little betterwith the tuneeach note becoming skewedeach melody well skeweredshowing up its age,a cavalcadeof turbulenceof resonanceof consequence,the wind lifts and fallsand shiftsfrom left to rightand lowly callsnames as though […]
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