WINDS OF FATE
The ill
winds
of fate
keep
howling.
Straddling
the sea
shore.
Attacking
the
water.
Causing
the
tide to
become
nervous.
Angry
screams
are
heard.
Echoes
crying
in the
night.
Ever
gathering
fragments.
Carrying
them
afar.
Causing
my
search
to
continue.
copyright by heather burns