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WISH
Harsh winds howl,
breezes sigh,
then silence -
Ere the fast approaching storm.
Deep within something grows,
withers,
to grow again...
Why can't things remain,
sometimes!
Harsh winds howl,
breezes sigh,
then silence -
Ere the fast approaching storm.
Deep within something grows,
withers,
to grow again...
Why can't things remain,
sometimes!
