Frozen Tundra

The wind

It washes away the sins of a brutal winter’s making

Dirty snow

Forgotten trash

It blows mercilessly across the colorless wasteland

Without purpose

It gives freedom to rotten leaves buried by a previous torment of snow

And leaves a pattern of waves and valleys in it’s aftermath

The wind is all powerful

And knows its own strength

As it commands us to yield to its whim

 

 

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