Monitor The Wind Poem by Brian Taylor
Monitor The Wind
Flaws upon a face;
each indicates a place
where pain and sorrow grew
as each eddy of death-in-life flowed through.
Monitor the wind
that scatters the leaves the storm destroyed.
Monitor the mind
that blows its dead selves through the Void.
Each imperfection
is a recollection
of where unguarded thoughts drew near
and left their mark;
A clear reflection
(in a dusty mirror)
of deep and dazzling Dark.
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