Friday, February 11, 2011


Before the rain, a gusty wind.
Leaves, twigs, they dance and spin.
Sideways, upwards, rolling, floating.
The wind, the wind, our mighty fiend.
Commuters irked. Vendors dread.
Heaven's gift, fierce and free.
Mercy, mercy, let life live.
Wash the filth, but leave us be.

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